OWED

Do not call me. Please, stop. I can’t go back to you, my dearest past. I have promised my present and future to change and be a good person. I don’t want to fail this time. Not now. You know I will always love you. I left you because you know I couldn’t keep up with the needs. I cried too much because of it. I hate looking back. But you my dear, you always know how to allure me back to you. The warm hug that you presented upon me made me says no. You know how to persuade and show me that you care. Loving something but can’t be there when the right times come because you realized you are a one worthless human being. I need the past to stay strong and fight my way and myself but I know sometimes letting go is the best way. You cried when I walked away you screamed of pain. You said I shove you down, I disappoint you. You know I had too in order to become me. I hate to hear and see you cries because I know how does it felt to cry and there is no one can calm you down but yourself. You got to pull and push your feeling just for the sake of everyone around you. When you stopped crying I feel relieved. But I know that’s not for forever but a temporary chance you give me to pay the debts that I owe you. You want me clinging back to you when I can’t but you know because you were once part of me. So I turned back, and here I am looking at you got yourself way to the bottom of your pride asking for my guide and help. You are too afraid of the idea of being alone. You are a needy person. I know this might not be my best decision but I can’t do anything but to fucked my way up to the top just because of the things that I couldn’t let go. You owe me as much as I owe you.