Always running back.
Always running back.
He's nice. I care for him. Very much.
But why do I always run back to him.
He texted me first.
Nevermind that,
I continued it.
Late night
Fights
Can't breathe
Cry
Sleep
Late night
Talk
Have fun
Bed
Regret
Sleep
So many processes of anything and everything. Good to bad.
Even the good
Always things nagging me
Should I be doing it
No. Just a toy.
Should I enjoy it.
No. Just a game.
But I do.
Of course, who wouldn't.
