Touching Oblivion

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
She gave, we took, then I demanded more.
I had my reasons, but none of them are good enough to validate what happened.
I need her to forgive me, but I don’t know if I went too far this time.
Going through the motions.
Starting over in a new state, at a new school, is easy compared to losing something I never really had in the first place, but I’ve gotten good at faking it.
Too bad I feel like this time pretending I’m okay might actually break me.