I said a lot of things out of anger…
more out of pain…
because when I imagined my life without you…
I was in a place of eternal rain…
fear is a lonely prison…
fear paints a dark kind of vision…
and I hated my dad for what he did to me…
then I….
then I do the same thing to try to keep you…
and it kills me…
because in my heart I know…
I’m the one trying to hold onto you now…keeping you from flying free…
strange how this story has a feeling of pure irony….
I regret the words I said to hurt you…
I regret telling you time after time I was done and through…
I regret using all the tactics used against me as a child against your trusting heart…
I regret sabotaging this love before it even had the chance to start…
no…it’s not entirely my fault but I played a hand in how this ended….
I should have been there for you with love but I was the one who kept your wounds from being mended…
I know every manipulation trick in the book…but never thought I would use them….
I guess this whole time I’ve been really trying to find a way to heal the scars from him…
and I hate how I hurt you…the way he hurt me…
the worst feeling in the world is…
when I stopped you from being free….
