She sits on the grass
watching the sun sink on the horizon
Replaying the conversation over in her mind
realizing just how quickly the conversation spiraled out of control
it was her fault for saying something stupid
No one to blame but herself
she shouldn’t have spoken without thinking about the consequences
now she doesn’t know what to do to make it right
or even if that will be a possibility.
If only she had stopped
taken a moment to think
and hadn’t let her insecurities or fears control her
She thought she was getting better
but now she isn’t so sure
wiping away the tear now rolling down her face
She really is her own worse enemy
because she pushes people away
when she really wants to hold them close
