he has this way.
his way in which he wraps me up in his smile and his eyes.
i can't bear it.
or maybe i can.
the thing was is that every time he slashed me with his silence and cut me with his betrayal, i told myself I deserved consistency.
i craved it.
late at night, thoughts of routine would be the ones i entertained.
routine with him, if i'm taking the time to be honest with myself.
i knew he was the kind of poison that i shouldn't drink, but my throat itched for him.
all i wanted was for his heart to beat in the same way mine did.
to echo me.
i wanted to be wanted.
i wanted to be his.
