I have this habit of letting you back in even after you've thrown knifes at my back and shot bullets in my heart. And when you held my hand in class two days ago, I knew how bad it was for me but I couldn't help but want to feel your skin on mine again. I missed the way your warm hands enclosed mine and how your fingers rubbed soothing circles into my palm. Strangely enough, I missed the way it felt when you pulled your hand away.. the longing to hold you and the burning of my heart once I realized that this was yet again another game. After you broke my heart for the first time I told myself I would play you back but just as my friends keep telling me, I'm only setting myself up for destruction because we all know I'm hopelessly in love with you. We all know that you have a noose around my neck and chains on my hands, keeping me with you forever. There is no escaping you or your torturous ways. And maybe that's why I keep letting you back in, I finally realized how hopeless it is to try and run.
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PoetryAfter all, we are all just a big bunch of broken humans that are trying to stay alive in a world that will do anything to bring us to our knees.
