Can I shoot you? 'Cause I really wish I could. It would make things a lot easier. I wouldn't worry about late-night texts, Or missing your cheeky stickers. I'd exist — and simply be. You wouldn't have to be in every chapter, Every story. You being a constant… Is driving me crazy. I've walked away a million times, But nothing stops me From returning twice as fast. Despite the hurt… Despite the pain… You've become the medicine I crave. Obviously, I must be going insane, Because I bled Trying to tear it all down. Clearly, that was an illusion. The bleeding was real — Never the flame. They were only lies, Bottled inside… Crafted to get me to rise. And right now — Replaying it all in my head: The pain, The scars, The lies, The cracks… I see myself embracing it all, Because I know it’s here — It has already come.