I'm wondering
how far I can push myself into someone else's life to the point that they
realise they should be pushing me back out where I belong.
Here, let me help
you: this is the point. Unclench your fists and wiggle your toes, darling.
Relax.
Relax.
I know how to read between the lines.
I'll take my
leave then.
Not a break, not a pause.
Let's put a full stop.
You can close this chapter and turn a new page without bricks in your shoes, without blood in your ink.
Not a break, not a pause.
Let's put a full stop.
You can close this chapter and turn a new page without bricks in your shoes, without blood in your ink.
Thank you for
loving me. You can stop now.