I can't do it. I haven't been able to do it these few days, I just can't.
I'm a mess, and all I'm doing is trying to get away from myself.
"Just, come home tonight okay?" You say.
Come home- to dinner, to telly, to sitting on the couch, to lying in your lap.
To being safe. To you.
So I do. And watch as you save me.
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