Maybe when we both realise what has happened, we can fix this.
I want to talk to you about them. And I will, tomorrow.
I don't care how many punches you throw at me, or how many insulting words you hit me with;
You can't take back what you gave me yesterday.
And I can't take back the tears of joy and processed sadness that was long forgotten, how they drowned me in not sorrow, but not happiness.
I was, calm.