I said I was done—
with you, with crying, with nights like these.
But here I am again,
Laying on the cold bathroom floor.
Your hoodie still smells
Like a memory I can’t erase,
And every time I try to move on,
I end up back in that place.
Relapsing isn’t just
About the blade or the sharps
Sometimes it’s returning
To a person who knew your name.
I breathe in the blur,
Let it cloud all the pain,
But deep down I know
I’ll fall for you again.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
I said I was done—
with you, with crying, with nights like these.
But here I am again,
Laying on the cold bathroom floor.
Your hoodie still smells
Like a memory I can’t erase,
And every time I try to move on,
I end up back in that place.
Relapsing isn’t just
About the blade or the sharps
Sometimes it’s returning
To a person who knew your name.
I breathe in the blur,
Let it cloud all the pain,
But deep down I know
I’ll fall for you again.
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