“I Would Never Hurt You Deliberately.”

It baffled me when you came back, when you showed up again, a girl around your waist as you walk down the street with her. I guess I shouldn’t have fallen for species known as unavailable men. You begged for me to forgive you, for me to send one last loving text to your phone so you’d have a piece of me forever. I know the way this will end before it’s even begun, that you will end up triumphant while I will still be a mess at your feet. I’ll watch you walk away with all of me, the part of me that wanted so badly for this time to be different. It seems as though you enjoy the sight of my pain, because every time you leave with a small smirk, a look that tortures me from the inside out. Why do I run back into your arms, into the source of my broken heart? I don’t know how you always manage to disguise yourself as an angel, when in reality you are the devil, a man with my heart out on a stake in public. He wears my broken heart like a medal around his neck, everyone seeing how he’s killed me but no one really understanding how hard it is to say no. My strength and willpower dissolved into the ground when you’re around me, the word no sounding like a foreign language. I think I’m just too infatuated with your touch, your kiss, your gaze to ever let go. You say you don’t mean to hurt me deliberately, but in the end do you ever hear a word you’re speaking and when will you begin to mean those words you utter to me every time you leave me on the ground as you walk out the door.