Promises

And self-destruction

When I love someone, I pour my entirety into them.

I would give my life for them.

I am a dancer.

I follow.

Everything is a reaction to your action.

I make poor judgments.

My intentions are not cruel, they are good.

But I choose the wrong ones. Always have.

I won't again.

From now on, I will walk as a cat does across a marble floor.

Breathe, and ease out of it.

Don't do it like the last time and the time before that.

I know myself. I know my triggers.

I love and hate my passion.