I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don't have a choice but I still choose you
Oh I don't love you but I always will - 'Poison & Wine' The Civil Wars
I really wanted to write this epiphany I had tonight, but I don't think I can sum it up any better than those lyrics. So I'll leave it at that. I'm still hurting over this, but I'm not broken. That's okay right?
