maybe i like the way he makes me feel,
wanted and worthless at the same time.
maybe i like the way he breaks my heart
but stitches it back together with his kisses.
maybe i like the way he never calls me beautiful,
but the way he looks at me when i enter the room sends chills down my spine letting me know he thinks so.
maybe i like the way he sends me home crying until 4 in the morning
and texts me telling me he loves me two hours later.
and maybe,
just maybe i like the way he hurts me.