“should i try to explain myself to someone who doesn’t fight for me, when its easier to just let them hate me, knowing they’d be better off without me anyway, and i’LL die without them”
would the innocent
cry out
like they were guilty,
when it’s easier
to let you hate me—
then our love
could be a season,
the fondness
all gone,
but the lessons intact.
and i could tend my garden
in the spring,
and you could fall
in love again,
without anyone
to compare them to
this time.
S: i wanna cry in your arms - by my side