That was never you, you could never fit into some small sliver of my life, you snuck into every last piece of it. The scent of you lingers in every room, your touch burns my skin long after you take your hand away. You crawled into my fucking heart, and I know I’ll never get you out. I never want to try. I love you, Kennedy. And I’ll work for the rest of my life to atone for hurting you. I’ll tell you every last detail of my past. Show you any picture you want. Take out every last skeleton. You have me. All of me. Even the demons.”
