I want to scream.
As loud as I can.
I want to cry.
For all that I am.
I'm sorry.
That I never was.
The one you wanted.
Holding your hand.
I didn't let myself get attached.
I closed myself off.
In fear that you would run away.
I didn't want you hurt.
By what they made me.
But all that did was make you run away.
Toxicity.
Something that I'll always be.
All you wanted was to be there for me.
But all I did was push you away.
You wanted to hold my hand.
But that's something I could never be.
I don't like relationships.
I kinda want to leave.
But to see you hurt...
That's what'll kill me.
I don't know.
It feels like we are 2 different people.
Complete strangers.
A twin flame.
That was never meant to be.
