I trust that the morning light will bathe me in something better, something worth putting my faith in.
I find every single phase you go through a sort of wreckage my body needs to pierce into and I feel splinters lodging themselves into my face and feet.
You shock me, and I do not get a kick from it. Ironic how it is so consistent.
Somebody tell me the formula to letting go and forgiving the people who have hurt you because of tactlessness, because they thought it'd be nothing.
It is my loss.
If you cannot sit through this bitterness and pain with me, it is your loss as well.

I have blamed myself more than I've blamed you.
Everything I've said to you I've said to myself first.
I cannot win.