called him twice,
answered once.
cried a bunch,
laughed a little.
talked less,
cut so much.
confused and alone,
i look at my scars.
labels mean nothing,
time is still.
im not moving,
just bleeding out.
letting the pain go,
watching it come in.
being scared,
of holding on.
to whats already lost,
i try over and over to let go.
just cant stop,
loving the one who hurts me.
hung up once,
didn't answer the next.
whats he doing,
probably fucking the friend he said he let go.
but i still love him,
and i believe he loves me but who really knows.