Her Pt 2

She portrays me to be selfish but I think she's just helpless and I feel so foolish for letting her make me feel so selfless and this insanity will consist until I dismiss and resist giving into this repetitive mess And as I proceed indeed I feel naive to know I would repeat this same routine from sixteen to eighteen but it's such a relief to be able to release this disease that was in my skin and made me weak at my knees and I'm pretty sure anyone in their right mind would agree So now when she tells our story she forgets to say all the things she ever did to make me behave this way and as she lies awake shattered by the idea of what we became what she couldn't contain yet she's real quick to complain I can't even begin to explain why it was so hard to escape why I always remained I believed I was addicted to her like a coke head is addicted to cocaine Discouraged by the possible pain but I've learned pain is the consequence of happiness it took longer than it should have to realize I can't be having this consistent irrational madness she's still convinced I planned this just because I revolted and flipped the axis on our atlas dropping acid just to paint a clearer picture on the canvas