(Pp)

It's like i feel this need to protect you from the pain I'm causing you. But i catch myself and i realise it's not pain directed from me but rather a result of your own making. 
Why am i still here trying to protect you from you? It was your choice to leave. It will be your choice to never come back. And i know none of these choices are meant to hurt me.

But here i lie. In a puddle of salty tears. With nothing but memories for company.