The past holds me back, of course I blame it on the other.
It's not true.
It is always you that holds me back.
I get caught up in the only thing that gives me pleasure.
I let it destroy me.
I allow and I know what will happen.
Self destructing behavior that never changes.
I will always have a fucked up life.
Just because of you.
Forever and always.
YOU ARE READING
lonely endeavor
Roman d'amourShort writings of life and love. My inner thoughts of love written down.
