unicornism

It never ends well, you and I. I'm naive and you're overbearing. I try to be the bigger person and you find a way to push my buttons. But no matter how many times I let you in, you'd still be the same person that you were from the last time, and I'd still be the same stubborn bitch who could never stop believing you were a good person.

I left a mark on your life, like you permanently did to mine. And you couldn't really escape me and I could never escape you. I remain chained to you. I could run from you like I always do, but I could never hide.

I turned into you. My pain turns into anger, and my thoughts projected themselves into the wall. I loathed you for all the pain and cursed you out from my soul. Gradually over time, my tolerance disguised as love... turned me into you.