because I like the emptiness
i hunger for the hurt and have grown to miss it
in those few moments when it is not settled inside of me
my hurt is your hurt and it is all I have left you
because I would rather have one last angry moment
one last scream and yell and tear
from you
that a thousand kisses from someone else
because I know I shouldn’t wish for these things
but that doesn’t stop me
from closing my eyes
and falling back into your arms
though, I never am sure if you will be there
or whether you will let me fall
again
crash again
crumble
again
I can’t-again
