Maybe if I'd just stop, if I'd listen.
Continuously throwing myself out in the open,
leaving myself vulnerable
A book turned to the next available page unaware of what's to come next, left completely clueless
Maybe if I'd stop being so subtle with myself
Accepting what is presented and what comes to be, instead of trying to prevent it
Pulling my own strings to tie others, not recognizing that I am unraveling before myself