You’ll point a finger and shake a head, but you’ve yet to walk with my feet.
I no longer share. It’s not a choice. Just that I’ve nothing left to give.
Self-preservation: The changes we make despite the pain we inflict.
Pushed too far, it’s not easy accepting myself – the bitch I’ve become.
Amongst all my battling rationalizations, I surrender to the mark you’ve left on my heart.