sometimes the only person there for me
is the one I know shouldn't be
I know it'll burn again
I know It will ache just as
the last time

I keep myself in the cycle
but what else am I supposed to do
when on our worst nights we were
the only ones who held each other til
morning

i am haunted by myself
every version of the person
i was
or
could have been
gently stands at the door
waiting for me to join them