Unhearing and unbending, I walk again into places for which I am not ready, determined to fix problems on my own, and in the end, making the same mistakes.
I wouldn't have even mentioned all of it had I not been drunk and in less control of my emotions. I had hoped only to renew a closeness despite the jaded, strict perspective that we now view each other and the world.
Maybe one we'll both let ourselves heal fully. Until then I will sit, embarrassed, exposed and raw, still trying to fix things on my own.