Like origami our bodies are shaped
and shifted into items molded by others.
Hands forcing us to be a certain way,
a lie,
specifically for them.

This isn’t me.

Nor you.

You asked me why keep coming?
Why?

I didn’t tell you why,
I told you a piece of why I would come back
not why I did.

I came back to this paper town
because you were the one real thing
that burned like gasoline,
leaving burn marks in my throat.

Your hands wrote memories across my chest,
your lips left scars where ****** hair now grows.

I came back because I couldn’t walk away
from the one thing I love the most,
and that’s you.

You’re right,
we used to chase each other
like a childish game of tag.

I guess,
we’ve grown up now,
wether we wanted to or not.

Tag is no longer a part of our lives,
and we don’t play with dice like gamblers do.

I came back to show you what a beautiful human being you are,
to prove to you that without you I’d be somewhere over the horizon in an ocean drowning demons that know how to swim,
to forgive you of all the pain you’ve caused me,
to love you the way I should have the first time around,
because you’re so ******* amazing.

I come back to see you because I worry about your safety,
I worry about you,
I care about your well being,
I visit you to know that you’re okay,
that you're happy.

I come to see you because I need to know how you’re doing because if I don’t I feel like my soul would combust from all the over thinking,
the worry,
the love left unanswered.

Most importantly,
I come back because you’re my best friend,
my other half.