They tell me that you're bad for me,
and boy, trust me.
I know you are. I know it for a fact, but I can't
help but question "what if's" if I let you go.
I tried SO HARD to be able to walk away,
but you didn't let me. You tugged and pulled, and you won.
We fought for 3 days straight - both nights up until the AM.
The same issues, the same disapproval, but we found compromise
beneath all the rubble of what was left of our feelings.
It was good letting you know how much you hurt me because
I could tell you felt bad.
And you're making up for it.
And I can see it.
What doesn't break us only makes us stronger.
And when it comes to you and I, I find this to be so true.
I came through for you and didn't listen to people criticizing me,
telling me I'm fucking up.
I just hope you can do the same for me.
Or try not to hurt me, at the least bit.
Our conversations got more serious as we pushed past all the anger
we had toward one another of the accusations.
You never admitted your faults, but you never denied them.
And I'm pleased that you didn't deny them.
However, what hurt most was you putting the blame on me.
I never did anything.
You hurt me, and it was somehow.. my fault?
It didn't make sense.
I can tell you're sorry and you want to make it up,
but how?
You hurt me and lost my trust.
Even though my heart is still by your side, it's hanging by a thread.
So please don't ruin your last toll.
I would hate to lose you.
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