The best way out is always through.

And you taught me this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. And you showed me who I wanted. And then who I wasn’t. And you ticked every box. And then drew the line. And you weren’t mine to bingin with. And then not to end with. And you looked like everything I wanted. And then became something I hates. And you get thought of every day. And then not in a good way. And you let me leave. And then wished I stayed. And you almost killed me. But I didn’t.