Everyone warned me that letting him in was tying myself up in the middle of a railroad track, a wreck waiting to happen with only myself as the casualty. Again. But the warmth of his body next to mine, the kisses left blooming on my skin, on my scars, my defences slowly undoing – held me back. I couldn’t leave. So over and over again, I kept giving him chances to prove everyone wrong. To prove me that I wasn’t dancing alone for a future that could never be, that the train will not come.
When the end finally arrived, faster that I could even process, and as everything I ever believed in went up in smoke, all I could hear was the wind whistling –
“You should have listened, you should have listened, you should have…“