Mornings find me weary. I struggle to keep the fear inside my skin. That it might show terrifies me more, but these days, I am fighting something all the time. You said it would be fine. I wanted to believe you.
I tried. But I remember that night. When it all changed. The night I changed.
There are broken pieces, love, and they are scattered about us. Pieces of you and me and our life. How do you reconcile innocence and poison? It seeped in like rainwater, like pride. We can run or we can stand against it. You know I'd follow you into hell.
What would you have me do now?