Warning

"And when the snow melts from the hills and the sun and stars stop fighting in the sky, we might find a day when it would work. Maybe, maybe when you stop walking on toes here, and when you take the time to realize the all people you've hurt, you'll realize. You'll realize just who I was. The person I was to you.
Take a step back, and maybe you can turn this all around. You really could. Really. Or maybe the wheels of this dying machine will keep turning and sparking until the end of days, and repent, for you, is just out of reach at the eleventh hour.

I hope you'll find someone great. I'll knock on wood, because if, quite possibly I can say when, you fail, as a result of your auburn anger, you can't blame me for jinxing you. No, I'll be long gone, with all my ties, even the ones of my shoes, are cut. Done with you.

And, wait, you wanted me to change? To mold and adapt to you? To wrap myself, or maybe envelop...No, drown myself, in your need for friction?
Well, I've changed. I've changed for good, maybe for the better, but definitely for good. And all I wanted to say is, do you feel the cold? Do you see your breath in the summer air, telling you to warm up to the idea of love, and believe that not all of us are out to get you? Because it can be a romantic idea, without the flowers, without the rings, without the picturesque family photos and the house and the children.
It can be the now. It can be us. It can be you and I, as we lie upon a field of dying grass, floating barely off the ground. And we could have had fun, the moment before we hit the ground.

But it's gone. And I'm gone. I wish you well, even if I should wish you hell. I wish you well, with all the pieces of my shattered heart."
-Just wrote this to practice