I don’t mind chains, girl. But I didn’t want to be chained. I held onto that leather and I tried. I tightened the knots and I tried. But you needed more and I’m not condemning you for that. So don’t condemn me if I don’t want all that blood. I let it go, you know. I let so much go, and you still vilified me because I wanted something else. How much can we take? What about all that joy? Wasn’t there joy? Or was it a knight rescuing the damsel? Did the knight know that the damsel jumped off of that high tower? Is that fair? Does it make me a monster if I temper my feelings into syntax? You said I was dead inside because I didn’t argue. What’s the point if it’s one-sided? Why demand when I’ve already given everything? You’ve turned the gun on me, you fool, and who told you how to remove the safety? ME. Because I wanted to save you. It didn’t occur to me that I was doing it at the expense of my own happiness. I hate that I’m angry with myself. I should’ve known that I wasn’t helping. But things were easy until the sun came up and shed light on all the shadows. I had my own bag of skeletons. I wasn’t immaculate. But we both had to try, and I couldn’t push anymore. So stop pushing back.