i always come running back to you,
no matter how many ill experiences you put me through,
i still want to feel your skin against mine.

i haven't yet, and it hurts,
my skin burns where i want you to touch me
and honestly,

you could put me through hell and back but this attraction will not cease,
it'll only roar like the waves,
howl like the wolves,

and work to keep me breathing.

this love is something that i don't want to lose,
even though it's one sided,
even though i can't do anything to make you want me,
i like pretending.
i like how you lie to me and tell me things,
i believe it for a moment until your actions prove your words wrong
but that's okay,
because i'm used to getting hurt.
i'm used to letting people use me when they need me, but let me go the instant there's another opportunity.

don't worry,
i never expected to be your number one,

but i just wish i could have meant something.

you're gone, far gone,

the same distance,
but emotionally you're not mine.
you never were,
but i think we were close.

you don't care about anyone,
and i've come to learn this,
but i thought that maybe
just maybe
i could make you care about me.

i guess i expect too much.

love,
i'll remember you,
i'll remember how you would hide due to embarrassment or put yourself down,
how you would change the subject when i brought up anything serious,
how i made you laugh,
how insecure and adorable you could be,
and how much you meant to me.

how much you mean to me.

please,

*stop coming back to me.