Walk Away

Walk away, they all said.  They all told me that I shouldn't stay.  I shouldn't do it.  And I knew that.  I knew all along that I shouldn't stay and it would hurt and I would be broken.  I knew it was bad for me.  It would burn and tear and agonize.  I thought that knowing full well how much it had hurt me before, understanding thoroughly that it would scorch my heart and shatter my soul.

So I took a deep breath and stepped forward.  Yes, it hurt.  It hit me with a thousand daggers aimed straight at my core, burned with the agony of ten thousand hells and tore me entirely to bits.  Walk away, they had told me.  Walk away, the voices echoed in my head.  Walk away, the simplicity behind me insisted.  But I took another step forward and refused to look back.

If you ask me now why I did it, I can't say I know.  Maybe it was because I felt determined to prove everyone wrong, or myself right.  Perhaps I was merely in so much pain that the prospect of being torn to shreds and smashed into shards no longer bothered maybe, possibly even enticed me to an extent.  But I don't really know. All I know is that I didn't listen and went forward for myself.

They say love makes you do crazy things.  Some would say I learned that one the hard way.  Maybe I did.  Or maybe it was simple, and I just exaggerated everything, and I just hurt myself and everyone around me.  In the end, I'll never really know.  It isn't the same anymore after everything that has transpired.  It never really was since it began.

Walk away, they told me.  I daresay they were wrong.