I never asked you to change for me, to make my life better. I thought it all would come naturally and a little of it did but it didn't last. How can I know you if you don't know yourself? The evil twins and their handmaiden surrounded you. Your past clung to you like a dying man to a stick in the water wanting to use you to keep it alive.
How is it that my heart still bleeds for you? For you? I don't even know you. The real you. How is it that the pain of loss is still alive? I keep thinking I have pulled the knife out only to look down and discover it is still there. Just a little messier. The handle a little more stained with red.
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