just remember the reason I was on the floor crying..
it was all you. you & your words.
As easy as that
yea I talk, you talk louder, I pick fights, you start wars.
I start joking, you change the tone.
I start laughing, you start hating my voice.
do you get where I'm going with this?
safety pins & discussions.
I'm sewing the patches on this "relationship"
& I'm too busy painting that portrait of grief + self consciousness...
hate it, hate it, hate it.
I can't find the middle where it seems.