Throwing in the towel
If there’s something I am grateful for, it is that I haven’t lost my senses completely. I know when something beautiful should be nurtured and I also know that when something begins to make me lose control it is time to let it go.
Somewhere along the line, I think I paused too much to take in the surroundings and I didn’t notice you’d walked on ahead. I honestly thought I went into this with both eyes open and with no expectations.
The thing about regret is that whatever has been said or done can’t really be unsaid or undone. Here’s me heading for the same brick wall, here’s me pacing the same tired track in my chest.
When fondness is replaced with anger that doesn’t really have a target, and so it hits you instead, then it is time to sit myself down and really, really think with my head. I would apologise if I thought you’d accept it. I still don’t know what I’m apologising for.
Throughout this period, I have done things way out of my comfort zone. At least something good came out of it.
You must be weary of me already, because I weary of this myself.
Your patience puzzles me, why are you still here? I have pushed and prodded and yet you have been gracious enough to let me have my little tantrums. I wish you’d get angry instead. Kindness does indeed kill.
Somewhere along the line, I think I paused too much to take in the surroundings and I didn’t notice you’d walked on ahead. I honestly thought I went into this with both eyes open and with no expectations.
The thing about regret is that whatever has been said or done can’t really be unsaid or undone. Here’s me heading for the same brick wall, here’s me pacing the same tired track in my chest.
When fondness is replaced with anger that doesn’t really have a target, and so it hits you instead, then it is time to sit myself down and really, really think with my head. I would apologise if I thought you’d accept it. I still don’t know what I’m apologising for.
Throughout this period, I have done things way out of my comfort zone. At least something good came out of it.
You must be weary of me already, because I weary of this myself.
Your patience puzzles me, why are you still here? I have pushed and prodded and yet you have been gracious enough to let me have my little tantrums. I wish you’d get angry instead. Kindness does indeed kill.