There it is, the final break. My heart is bound by strings to your name and no matter how hard I run, resist and fight them, I'm pulled back to you. How don't you see that? Each time you compliment me, text me or subtly hint at feelings, my heart rises like the sun, suddenly showing colours and beauty that was until now, unseen. It hurts to know that I'm a puppet in your game. It hurts that you pull me in and push me away at your own desire. It hurts that I've let you wrap me around your finger, but I can't let go. I don't know the words to say that will end it on good terms. My mind struggles to remember the distant memory of the last time you asked how I was going. The last time you asked if I was ok. The last time you asked about anything other than yourself. Yet we still remain to be as 'strong' as ever because I can't stop caring now. Not after everything we've been through. But hey, what does it matter anyway? As long as your happy, right?
