your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
i'd do anything for you, use me as you will-
i only wished i had the same will to use myself, still
no matter what i do
no matter what i try to feel
i legitimately keep coming back to you
why is it that you are my calm and my storm at the same time?
my body seemed to have forgotten how to cry
it knows the feeling of wanting to do so
but somehow it doesn't remember how tears worked
i made it this far— loving you;
what's that point of giving it up?
how do you walk away from something that's been a part of you for so long?
or do you even walk away at all?