I turned around and came back. Here.
Years later. I am not sorry I followed you. Only that I didn’t stay.
beyond this newfound inner peace n happiness
there is always this guilt, trapped somewhere, trying to break free
i needed to find a reason
to convince myself that what i did was right
no matter how selfish it was, i just didn't want to hurt anymore
so first i chose silence, then it slowly grew to hate.
it was as if i needed to convince myself of a reason to hate
ironically, i needed to find myself a reason to forgive too
a bagfull of contradictions
i bolted, i.n.s.t.i.n.c.t.i.v.e.l.y.
maybe, i just didn't want to see u
or maybe, it was to run away from the guilt of seeing u.
this is our story, this was our story, past tense.