Maybe I'm so lonely because I convince myself that happiness is always fleeting and your kisses won't last forever

I always tell myself not to open up because everything I've ever learned in school tells me that you cannot live without a heart and mine always seems to find its way into your cursed hands

I can't help but feel like I've lost my mind when catching myself not being able to focus is not uncommon for me because my brain is always circling your words and trying to decode the secret language of your touch

I am certainly becoming a lesser version of myself due to your subtle ways of filling my body with pieces of you

I should have learned by now that I cannot fix you or change your wicked self

I cannot even fix me