by OctoberTheThirtyFourth

Even when I have closed my doors. Put up my walls. Vowed to never let anyone in again. He comes knocking, and without hesitation I run across the room and open for him. It is disgusting, revolting. But His chest is still the only place I want to place my head. His arms are the only arms I want embracing me. He breaks me up into so many pieces yet is the only one that knows how to put me back together again. It is sickening.

And when he is around, his presence fills me up, When he leaves, well I am left void. All at once, he is the person I want to run away from and run to.

Every time I told him to leave was when I actually wanted him to stay the most. he gets me. he knows me. Yet hurts me in so many ways