There is no next time for me.
We screwed up today and lost the moment.
The commitment is gone. We're broken.
So, there is no next time for me.
This may seem unforgiving, but it isn't.
The first time you made a mistake, I acknowledged it as inexperience. I anticipated moving forward with a clean heart, but this time I would be a fool to think otherwise.
Next time, means opening my soul to the possibility that you may run again. That you may lie again and I'm not built to continuously withstand.
I cannot build with you. I cannot live with you. I will not be the same, if I decide to stay with you.
The way time operates, I must live life abundantly.
Can't you see.... that the worry that lives inside of me is present because I want to be free?
My belief and hard work will not be in vain. I need a clear mind to operate. With each day not promised, I refuse to let you infultrate. If I shall be great, I must value my space.
This is why, there can't be a next time.
Because the next time, could break me and I refuse to lose my way.