Remember,
I said I was done.
But was I really?
I just keep running back,
Returning, running back
Fast, to the same pain
Over and over
Again
It doesn’t matter how much I feel
Unwanted
I just cannot leave a situation
Unbothered
Unfinished
You know what?
I’m done.
It doesn’t matter this
Is the the closest shape resembling love,
And almost wide enough to fill my hearts void.
I always return
Keep running
Back to here.
But really,
I’m done.
I’m done.
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