Why do I do it to myself? Why? You make me want to rip my hair out and yet I'm still here. You infuriate me. Maybe it's because I had a bad day, maybe because I'm used to you always being there. It doesn't matter. You're slowly pulling away from me and coming to accept that isn't possible yet. But what I can't accept is being ignored and blown off. You don't even look at me the same and it honestly takes every fiber not to break down and cry in front of you. I just want an explanation. What did I do? Why are you acting this way? Please just talk to me, it would make my life all that much simpler to understand why. I'm needy. I'm addicted and you're the drug. I can't stand not being with you. It hurts. My heart hurts. I hurt.
But somehow I forgive you. I always do.
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Breaking
Poetrycollection of poems and just brief writings of a girl experiencing love and heartbreak, simultaneously.
