Until you're stable, I'll wade away. If you were honest you would have never said my name. I won't be your cure for a hangover, nostalgia in your coffee cup, or in us growing up and apart. Dismantle the desperate. I will never see clearly your being through your malleability. I'm soft to the touch and I am beginning to see my flaws. I'm so terrified that this is who I will inevitably become and remain until late adulthood and death, but I guess… Until I'm stable, I'll wade away. If I were honest I would have never said your name. God forbid my lips crack at the thought of you wanting me back. Don't flatter yourself - you are my failing