I used to think I was bad at relationships because, based on experience, I always figured the other person would leave eventually.
They always do—they come into my life and walk out like they’ve never met me.
They sleep with me and tell me they love me as we brainstorm on a mutual future, then the storm passes.
I said it myself, “relationships never last.”
And I had it all figured out until I was looking for my next way out.
I was looking at my reflection in a crystal ball, “It’s me. It’s always me.”
I’m the empty promises and the walking away.
I’m the case that avoids commitment because if I can’t make my own self happy then I obviously don’t stand a chance with you.
I’m terrified of relationships because I know I’m going to leave from the moment I arrive and I don’t know how to rationally explain my wanting to experience you.
I want the cut to go bone deep but I don’t ever want to leave a scar.