Run. Run…Go… Please don't question… Please don't fight this. Just Go. I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already am. You are too special to me. Save yourself. I promise I will fuck you over. I will stab you in the back. Rip out your heart. I will lie to you, I will dishonor you, objectify you. Why are you still here? Please get the hell away from me. Run save yourself. I am a bomb. I am a disease. You will ever be pulling shrapnel from your ass and your heart. Please don't touch me. You will rot from my leprosy. You are too special, please run, please go. I don't want to kill you. I want you to live, I want you to run.
Please don't run…you are all I have. You are my best friend. You are the only one I can trust. You are the only one I know that is strong enough to hold my wonder and doubt, my laughter and tears, my curses and praises. Please don't run. Help me remember. Please don't run you are the only one courageous enough to meet me here. Please don't run, stay here beside me. Hold me as I cry. I am not strong enough right now, is that okay? Will you still stay? Stay knocking at my door. Hang on. Please love me as I selfishly drag you through hell. Please don't run. I want to look at you with the lights on.
I wish I could take credit for the work of genius above. Many times these words have been mine. Moments of despair, trying desperately to hold on to some faint glimpse of reality, while everyone dear to me has given up hope. It was during one of those times, about two years ago, that I stumbled on this piece of art while reading through random blogs. While I saved the words, I forgot to save the source. Forgive me. Author, whoever you are, thank you for being honest enough to write the words so many have felt guilty to even feel.
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