I always go back to you I always fall for your smooth voice I always get pulled back in
Back into your laughter. Back into your encouraging words Back into your compliments Back into your arms.
Your arms that cheated on me Your lips that lied to me Your actions that hurt me
But still I come back to you Still hope you’ll message Still I hope you care Still I hope you feel the same way.
The problem is, I don’t know how I feel
I always think that there has to be a reason I keep coming back A reason I continue to hope you change A reason to see a picture of you and smile A reason I can’t hate you.
Maybe I am week. Maybe my mind tells me that you’re my best Maybe my mind tells me you’re the only one who will care Maybe it’s meant to be Maybe we’re supposed to have this epic story.
But I don’t know what to do. I sit at home and wait for your to text me
I know I shouldn’t get too invested Shouldn’t get too hopeful Shouldn’t put too much power into everything you say
But it’s the second day talking to you in almost a year and I can’t stop thinking about you.
I want to hear your voice I want to feel your arms around me I want you to be mine I want you to treat me like I’m the best thing out there
But I don’t know why
Is it because I’m lonely? Because I’m desperate? Because you actually talk to me? Because you actually care?
Who knows It is forbidden, or at least feels like it is It feels dangerous but safe It feels sad but happy It feels good but risky
But who knows Who knows what will happen? Who knows where I am destined to be? Who knows who I am destined to be with?