I wish you'd leave me alone, I hate you and PLEASE stop popping up when you know nobody's home. I'm not your girl, I'm very much grown. Just please…go on. But I can't leave you, and I can only fight my heart's desires for so long

Because you are the death of me.

"Where you at!!? I'm coming to you." Then you kick and bang on the door. "I just wanna talk." And of course I let you in. "C'mon, Yazz. Let's just go on a walk."Thinking to myself...if he slaps me around again I've seen it coming, definitely.  

Because you are the death of me.

Two a.m, threw on some pants and a hoodie. You start to breathe hard and I see your woody. Tried to ignore, but you pressed it into me as I slid ouy the door. "Let's just go back inside if that's all you came here for."
"Nahh Ima chill, we can't no more you would've been like what, four……months."

My eyes start to water and then my shoulder's slump. If you would've pulled out before that last pump……you wouldn't be rubbing the nonexistent baby bump.

You wiped my tears then started rubbing my ears. Put my head in your chest as we hugged. And talked. And for a moment I enjoy being stalked.

Because you are the death of me.