it's you

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ever since the beginning, i knew i'd do anything for you. i knew i would do anything to see you smile; your smile was so beautiful. i knew i would break my own bones trying to please you, hammer nails into my heart, peel away the cracked pieces and dump them, bloody, into your hands even if you didn't ask for them.

it was a drunk obsession, i stumbled after you like i was a lost dog hoping that someone, someone would just take me home, i swayed under your gaze even if you never let it rest on me for long. i clung to every part of you, all the parts you never gave me, all the parts i knew i could have loved–the parts i did love even though you never asked me to.

you were the source of all my pain and yet i wanted you to end it all. i longed for you to take away the pain, you were the bandaid and the bullet, the gun at the soldier's head who was fatally shot seconds before.

the one thing that kills me is the one thing that saves me; and it's you, you, you.

it's always been you.

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