#solid tune

An open letter to you, You have hundreds of names, but I’ll keep you as you. You’re enough. You’re a science project - some failed venture for which I blame myself. Your coldness is on me, your silence is entirely my fault. Or it isn’t. Either way, I cannot care. The second I care, I’m forced to die. Caring hurts so much more than anything I am capable of handling, so I won’t. And that’s not your fault. You’re a product of a part of my life. The guilt I feel in regards to you is not on you. I am not exempting your from blame - from culpability. But also, I refuse to resent you for it. You’re not perfect. You’re not an angel. The second I turned to faith, I was doomed. And as were you. Doomed to disappoint me. And that wasn’t your fault.