How do you ever know if it's for real?
I always guess, take it for granted that he means what I think he does.
End up hurting worse than ever.
He's a prick, and at the same time, I want him to be my prick.
He says that he hates me, 5 seconds later he hugs me.
I say he has to leave me alone, he hears it as "don't ever let me go"
Then he does.
You never know what to expect, you never know how to take it, it always feels the same, I always get hurt.
But it's become a part of my life now. Can't live without the constant hope, then despair as he rips out my heart once again.
Then brightness when he puts it back in.
They tell me to be strong, stop looking into his eyes.
And I can't.
Ever felt that way?
Didn't think so.
You can't understand 'til you have.
“Every time she tries to leave, knowing it’s what has to be done, the boy stops her, begging like a fool. And so she always returns, no matter how often she leaves or how far she goes, appearing soundlessly behind him and covering his eyes with her hands, spoiling for him anyone who could ever come after her.”
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