You’ll be accepting my apology
For taking things too seriously.
Sometimes I’m old enough to keep routines,
Sometimes I’m child enough to scream
For everything. I broke in two.
You’re barely missing me.
I’m missing you
And everything you do.
I really do.
I really do.
Sure I do.
You would think that I wouldn't repeat something that tore me apart, and made me hate myself the first time. Yet, hatred again.
Wouldn't it be nice to be able to turn off this human "emotion" thing that so often takes control of us and makes us into a person we are not, haven't been for years, and try to stay far, far away from?
