After all the crazy things that I've done, I will eventually come through for myself.
I may be too blind at first, too slow to understand and a very delayed fit of rage because I still always, always think good of others and kept fighting, kept mending, kept hoping because it's worth it, but I will eventually came through for myself.
After the cheating, the crazy back-n-forth drives, only to realized that he's at the other person's place, the humiliation, I remember the determination to separate, at the school's parking lot, minutes before I sat for my papers.
After the cold shoulders, the hundred and eighty turn of events, the scariest of feelings, the repeated agony to endure, the drive to nowhere, alone and crying for a lost cause, the ignoring and again, the humiliation, I remember how I collected myself and decided to cut it off.
After the fun, the spontaneity, the last thread to happiness, the want for something more, I laid out my cards but you never showed yours.
In my own way. In my own time. In my own shell. Tenacious.
