tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

i'm falling again-eighty five

I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
that was what's engraved in my skin.
but you reappear-
and my dead body suddenly becomes keen

I'm done
I'm done
I'm done
that was what I was dedicated to say.
but you look at me,
and suddenly,
I'm back to square one

I'm falling again.