“maybe this time it’ll be different”
“maybe we can work things out”
“maybe you won’t get hurt”
“maybe you won’t catch feelings”
“maybe you can control the growing feelings and turn them off”
“maybe he’s better as a friend”
“maybe you won’t have *** again”
“maybe this time around he won’t randomly kiss your face goodbye, leaving you wondering what it meant and wanting more all at once”
“maybe this time he won’t tell you he loves you when you’re ******* for the third time that day”
“maybe this time he’ll stop talking to other girls”
“maybe this time he’ll hide the other girls better”
“maybe this time he’ll hurt you enough to stay away”
“maybe this time you should just stay away”
i’ve realized that the word “maybe” has made its bed within my head and is living there rent free,
all because i cant seem to break free,
from you.