"People are full of inconsistencies. They leave with their life packed into boxes when they yearn to stay. They say I don’t ever want to see you again when the thought of it breaks their heart. They wreck and ruin when they want only to curl behind the man they love, to touch him, to tell him I’m sorry, tell him let’s make this work, tell him you know, you’re still my everything—"
/ (c) minor-hue /