"I love you." those three sweet meaningless words always find their way into my head and roll around like they're stuck in a box moving from house to house never really finding a place to call "home"
and i wish i could get the idea of you and those three words out of my mind but you’re stuck there as much as we both hate it and each other
day after day you’re still there in my veins in my bloodstream my pulse spells out your name
I haven’t washed you from my sheets out of fear that my body will miss your slight touch or out of fear that I may be forgetting you and I don’t want to but I need to
and if you look closely enough to the scars on my arms they tell a story in chronological order of how I fell in and out of love with you