I feel like I’m running in circles. Small ones at that. I’m a fool for loving you like this. I am. You can tell me otherwise as often as you like, but I’m not blind. I see what’s happening. I see what has happened. You fill my head with words that keep me going, but just as soon as they leave your mouth and enter my brain, I fill the same head with words that break me down. They tear me apart. You tear me apart, even if you don’t mean to. Soon enough I’ll be holding onto something that isn’t there. I can feel myself loosening my grip on you. I don’t wanna do this, I think you know that. I just can’t be hurt anymore. You’re it. You’re all I have. It’ll hurt less if I start letting go now. If I let go before I have to, it won’t hurt as bad. Right? Wrong. I know that I don’t know the truth. I just want to. I really want to. I believe everything you tell me and I know I shouldn’t. Time after time after time, I trust every word that comes out of your mouth. Every fucking word. I can’t blame you. This is my fault. If I get hurt, it’s my fault. It’s my fault because I let you in. I hate this. Not knowing. I feel so empty. I trust you. I love you. I need you. Do me a solid baby, don’t let me down.