Bad decisions,
Lust, lies and broken hearts,
don't comprehend thousand mile journeys.
Hard lessons not learned,
Travel faster then,
Planes can fly.
Mistakes made a mile down
can't be fixed a mile up.
Escape was the right answer...
to the wrong riddle.
Baggage travels.
I wrote this two years ago and it is still an accurate statement. I'm still running. I have plenty of voices calling me home. I'm not ready, and the one voice I need to hear will never ask me to come home.
I get it. I do. You weren't wrong when you said you were afraid I might get hurt. It doesn't matter if I get hurt though. If it mattered one of my best friends wouldn't ask if she could sleep with you. If it mattered, you wouldn't tell me things like, maybe we would date if you moved back home. So its ok. Do what makes you happy. I want you to be happy. But please, in no uncertain terms let me go and say what's done is done. Or ask me to come home.
