Apart of me wants to come running back into those loving arms. I know I hurt you in the past but I'm not ready to love again. I'm not ready to give myself to someone else for long time. It's not you my dear it's the monsters that bring me to my grave when I'm hurting. The flowers that remain at my headstone are the times you've picked me up and held me so close so I didn't have to fight them alone. Thank you for that.
