'Think my bones are breaking
under black eyes and bookcases up to the sky
the promises i made myself -
that i wouldn't land it cause it's a bad habit -
they don't help
the nights are crazy
and when i try to sleep
all i see is grinding teeth and soft skin
you're biting into my mess
and i bask in the pain that comes to pass
the heart wants us to fall in love
everyone i know wants to fall in love
but love once got me in the gut
there was no real fight, it tore me up.'
Have I surrendered?
Gone back on everything I 'stood for'.
Its impossible.
To learn to like oneself, to stop yearning for comfort.
I got my best friend back ♥
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