I could tell you what it’s like to be scared of the person you love
But it would also be a romantic poem
About a life that happened centuries ago, when you made me smile with a simple hello

I could tell you that I held you until you fell asleep even after you were violent with me
Knowing you didn’t want me to stay
But thinking of this version of you makes me want to *****

And I’m stuck in a perpetual high because it’s the only thing that helps me laugh anymore

I ******* miss you
I miss the person that ******* hit me and I don’t know why