I ran away from you, because you were hurting me. I don't know if you meant to, or if you even knew that you were.

But I was flower gardens and lemonade and you were cigarettes and police cars. You brought out darkness from the depth of my soul.

I was so fragile and gentle, and you knocked me around and bruised my heart. You laughed at my tears

So I needed to leave, and I know there were times when you planted seeds in my garden and encouraged me to grow into tall flowers. But those seeds transformed into weeds and they killed me and I'm sorry

(G.L) // I was always saying sorry