The Realm of Possibility

the fight of all fights. i wish i could rewind the moment and take back the hurtful words. i wish i never used them towards you because i know they cut you deep and made you cry. i come and i go without saying hello or goodbye. i don’t know if you want me to or if i’m just a disappointment. i know you’ll always love me, but it seems like you hate me and can’t wait for me to get on with my life and out of your house. i want to walk in your room and sit on your bed and cry and say i’m sorry. at the same time, i would rather go on in silence because the questions, the demands, the comments are all too much for me which is why the talk became the fight in the first place.