I hate you, but I hate being alone even more. That's why I come back to you. That's why I'm standing at your door with tears streaming down my cheeks, hugging you. And that's why you're hugging me back; you think I need you. I guess in some screwed up way I do. I'm tired and scared and don't know how to survive on my own. I don't know how to do anything on my own.
But you gladly take me in, no questions asked. Especially as you slide down my jeans and unbutton my top and kiss me like it's your life purpose to inspect every inch of my mouth with your tongue. I'm too proud to admit how much I need this; because when the rest of the world rejects me, I know you won't. And that's why I pull off your jacket and let myself go. Let myself fall. Because I know you'll be there to catch me.
