The sad thing is that you'd go back to him in a heartbeat.
After grabbing hold of your stomach at 2:00am trying to capture gasps of air that your body grasps to get hold of,
So that your family wouldn't wake up and hear you crying
You'd still go back to him
After he fucked you over some many times,
He was your pain as well as your happiness
And you couldn't bare life without him
You stayed up for him,
Making sure he was okay but not once did he stay up for you
He never appreciated any of it,
He was never there for you the way you were there for him
You were just too in love to realize but yet you'd still run straight back into his arms and that,
That's what hurts the most
