I pretend that every sliver that’s chipped away is nothing but a superficial chink in my armor.
The tears fall one by one, subtlety enough that you only see me with clear eyes.
It’s not your fault I claw so desperately to the cliff knowing that this time the fall would be too much.
All of it has become too much.
I will have to accept that, my greatest fear is to accept that.
Would you accept me?