Up to this day, I never knew I'd be the same fool I was talking about in my stories
I knew from the very first that I was here because I wanted to protect myself from futher damage
But look at me now, gaslighting myself into thinking, 'it's okay, we can still bare a little more'
At the back of my mind, I knew it wasn't but I'm loving the idea
The idea that the same person who shattered my heart and ripped of my sanity is the same person person why I still wanted to bare a little more
The same person who did that, is the same person why I still have my sanity
It's quite funny because the same person who did the most damage to me is the same person who can heal me
It's quite funny that when I write books about things like this, it's dramatic, romantic, and it's easy to say 'you can leave, someone's out there waiting his time to treat you right'
But know what, it wasn't because it's harder to do than to say,
Because the same walk that will save, will be the same walk that will be ruining me
I might not have understood it before, but here I am, understanding every piece and every word of that book I wrote
Yet here I am staying, doing the same mistake every martyr in the book does
