She Wants To Believe My Excuses So

I Didn't Humiliate Him By Pointing It Out Because That's Not How You Treat Friends. You Don't Judge Them. You Don't Humiliate Them. I Bet He's Been Judging Me All Along.

I Sat. And I Thought. And The More I Thought, Connecting The Events In My Life, The More My Heart Collapsed.

I Needed A Break... From Myself.

The Longer You Wait, And This Is True, The Slower The Hands Will Move.

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.