I have this really bad habit,
Of confusing the sweet taste of trust with the brief bittersweetness of oncoming betrayal,
A bad habit where,
No, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, please don't leave me, I won't do it again. Sorry. It wasn't your fault at all.
It's mine.
A bad habit where although I see the knife in your hand, and the slashes through my heart, I convince myself maybe I deserved it. Maybe I did this to myself.
A bad habit where I should of kicked you out, and I can't. Where I said I would if you did what you did again, and I can never keep my word.
I have a bad habit of not being able to let go of bad influences for me.
A bad habit of becoming drawn to people who only want advice for their own issues, and when I try and open myself up despite my mind screaming "no, they won't care!"
I don't listen.
And I get disappointed every time where I try to spread my heart out only for you to turn away or look half interested.
I have this bad habit of knowing right from wrong, and then making excuses for you. A bad habit where I complain to you about someone, and when they say something mean, I become defensive.
A bad habit where I never know the difference between the people right now and the memories.
And I just can't let go.
-D.
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