I’d rather cut and run then have you still holding my hand. Not because I just seek pleasure or thrills and chills but because if I am honest if I am going to be spending most nights alone crying myself to sleep or crying in general left to wander and to weep fighting with myself to what I should let go of or what I should keep I might as well do that knowing I am still free to be me. And not what you want me to be Inconvenient and flaky. Imperfectly perfect me. Fucked up but still sweet.
I might as well do that knowing I am still free to be me.