My Sweetheart

it's all because of his kiss that feeling he knows I can't fake as though I would melt through the floor without his arms holding me to him and then the next day... I listen to the phone ring and that familiar recording saying how he's never there and then the crushing pain of doubt suffocates me but later in the night... there's his ringtone and his excuses the fight dripping with my tears but in the end, I knew how my day would go yes, I forgive him another time I wonder if he'll really change he wonders if I'll ever trust him this whirlpool pulls me back to yesterday and his kiss that makes it impossible to let go while the pain makes it inevitable

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