I hear a song that I know only you could’ve introduced me too, and for a short moment, I don’t regret diving into you. It’s not that I don’t continue to blame myself for shattering what we’d built over the years, but that I stop blaming myself for the way I felt. You melted me. You always have been melting me. Then it clicked and I felt you rush over me like a tidal wave. You rushed out just as quickly as you came in, and I was left to put the pieces back together, chasing after you with Super Glue and Scotch Tape. Your jagged edges cut my fingers up like broken glass. Can you blame me for cutting you out entirely? How could I be around you when you only made me bleed?