I admit that I might not always make the right decisions, that I might have stumbled across a lie or two. That maybe some times I test the lines to see if I shall cross.
It's getting easy pushing people away, they act like I have the single responsibility to why they pack their things away with guilt and insight. But fact is, I see the suitcase long before they make a sound. The neatly packed clothes and the passport ready to be stamped. I feel their angst of the inability to comfort someone so broken. So they lie, and say that its them, not me. But I know, I can see the fear in their eyes and more than anything feel how they turn their hearts inside out to find love enough for me too. So I've been made aware how hard it is to love me. Which is funny, because I love with all my heart. So maybe I do them a favor, my righteous subconscious cross the lines, or more push me over them. Better for the walls to come cracking before I depend on them to hold me up.