Рет қаралды 95
I was so afraid to let it go.
I held it inside for so long.
It rotted me.
I couldn’t connect with the things of the world.
I was too worn out for everything, too worn out even to hate.
It was like a dream that took me to Italy, circa 1998.
If only I’d loved you less, would you have hurt me more?
The things you did to me; the things you said to me.
All that pain, gathered on my right side, so deep.
You were a part of my life I couldn’t let go.
If I had loved you less, would you have stayed?