I’m not your person anymore. You can’t run to me when your mind turns to black and you can’t find your way home. I can’t be the person who holds your hand when you’re scared or alone. You gave up that right when you walked away, when you gave up on being my person. You chose to leave and you can’t keep coming back when no one else wants to put up with you. It’s not fair and I refuse to allow you to crumble me again. I can’t be your person anymore.
