I already know that you are walking away.
The hours leading up to the confirmation are the worst.
Those quiet hours scream into my face as a reminder.
My mistakes are lethal, killing off everything around me.
And apologies only get you so far.
But your feet can get you farther.
Strike one, I'm out.
I've never been given a second chance.
I've never asked for one either.
But if you were here, I'd ask now.
My insecurities are toxic, poisoning our innocence.
And regrets only get you so far.
But I know you're running now.
They all look at my face and pity me.
No one is surprised.
But I had to be sure this was just me and you.
It all just seemed too good.
And it was.
I already know that you are walking away.
So I started walking too, late at night.
You were stuck in my head, like a song that hurts to sing.
You were under my skin, like a needle that doesn't know when to quit.
You were everywhere, like the sun, midday.
So I walked with my eyes shut.
But our stars kept following me, telling me to stop.
And when I opened my eyes, you were walking this whole time, toward me.
To give me that first, second chance, and let me promise I am better than that.
