I close my eyes and shake my head.
These were the nights I dreaded.
The nights where he's on your mind, and not in your bed.
The nights where you fight, but he somehow makes it all right.
The nights where you think you're over him, but then he calls you at three am and you answer.
Even if all he wants to say is I love you, you still answer.
But you think to yourself, he doesn't love you. He doesn't want you.
Yet still you keep crawling back to him. Replaying every night, over and over.
YOU ARE READING
Crawling Back To You
Teen Fictionyou say things that I dont you make me feel alone every night replayed over and over
