I tried, I climbed, I fell. I scraped my skin. I chipped a nail. I wounded my mind.
I tried figuring things out. I tried asking myself if I did right. I tried believing.
But sometimes, when you put on your shining armor and give me the battle glare, I'm all up for it, although beneath my shell is where a lump of soft melted touch lies. I hate it that you think I'm small and your work is big. I hate seeing goodbyes at the end of every one of your text.
But so what?
I still climb back up, step into that hole and fall all over again.
But when you actually said, "You're too much on my mind", it doesn't really make a whole lot of difference. It just twisted my vessels, inferring that I still believe you.
And that's the best or worst part of life :)
