I like to believe that I'm stronger than I am.
That I'm braver than I am.
And yet, I fall into cowardice like any other reflex built into my skin.
It's a program the world wanted to overwrite onto my story. Like I didn't have a choice about whether or not I wanted to be miserable.
And I want to be better.
I just... fall away. Like it's so easy to give in to what you've been exposed to. No matter how dangerous or vulnerable it makes you.
You just fall.
I drop into a broken conversation, it just ended with an "I'm sorry".
It feels so final.
Like the unsatisfying ending of a story you wish you could rewrite. Like you're in so much control, you'll do anything to keep that control within your grasp.
I didn't want this.
I didn't want the final result I got.
An open road, and being told to just go anywhere.
Anywhere but were you came from.
Leaving home, and not returning to the comfort of the arms that held up your body when it couldn't fight gravity, falling to the ground.
They pick you up like it's the only thing they were ever taught to do.
I wish I told them everything.
I wish I told them how much I could cry.
How it could make an ocean all on its own.
I wish I hugged them more.
Told them they were the best thing that ever happened to me.
Told them that I would drop everything to be there for them.
That I would write songs about them.
That I would write and write and write until we had no more jokes to laugh about.
So, I guess the writing and laughing would never stop.
I wish I said more.
I mean. I wish I said something.
I wasn't so afraid of being here.
I was told to go back to them.
I wonder if they'd ever want me back.
So how do I go about this sort of deja vu?
Being told that:
"Maybe one "Hello" will flip everything."
Maybe. But I haven't gotten there.
Not yet anyway.
I'm just scared of being honest even though that is one of the only things I have left.
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