after 3 years of dealing, actually fighting against your own feelings, which are your very own, yours, as a matter of fact barely, obviously what makes you, you; YOU!...
...what is the result?
hang on. because I’ve been hangin’ on since then; unlike what you think, unlike your guesses and judgements.
just hang on.
i won’t be able to heal what you have, no one can since it’s, them, not a disease. i’ll be the one right by you when you have trouble with them or with the windmill or the dark well you create within to drown your soul.
or maybe... your remorse is being cooked, again, by you. you’re cooking it. how long you’ll turn away the regretfullness while it’s growing in you.
you can’t have love an passion and desire altogether and you were the one to have it without making stupid mistakes. it was a bless and no matter how many times you spat on it, how much you burn yourself to destroy your feelings. your feelings. yours. what makes you, you. you.