you’re right. you could end it here. you could end ( me ) here. . . but you won’t, will you? and it confounds me that you’ll still open your arms to me.
maybe in the end i will have to make a choice — and right now, i don’t know the right one to make.
why do you make this so —
the day i come seeking atonement, you’ll know you’ve fully broken me.
don’t expect it to come easily - or, perhaps, at all. i pride myself on being strong.




