The Dark

"Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?"
-Taylor Swift
Where does paranoia start? I believe it starts with a spark, inflicted on a field of dry, summer grasses, waiting to be scorched by some careless person only thinking of themselves in a moment.
The ability to move on is easy. The choice is clear. You or him? Its him every time, you dont stand a chance standing next to him. He's amazing, you're you.
The ability to heal is impossible. The nightmares. The contact I think I'm finally done with. You've proved me wrong yet again. I'll never understand your incessant need to know of me, to ruin me.
Leave me be.
Leave me be.