one day at a time...

hah.

that's no longer an option.

as the tears roll down my cheeks 

and the blood rolls down my arms,

i pause to wonder if any of it was worth the pain.

i've never been a masochist.

and i've always been afraid of being abandoned.

but that's what you've done to me.

brought my past insecurities

and biggest fears,

into reality.

and i know that you'll never EVER feel bad about it,

and i know that i'll never get over it.

because i hold my pain close to my heart,

and i hold my heart on my sleeve.

i'm too broken for this.

and too proud to drop to my knees for you...