we never learn

The fact remains that

you don't want love

and I don't just want to f**k

but what difference does it make

now that this all feels like a mistake.

How we still talk

though it feels like a shock

when you answer in just one day.

Or how I miss you

but I don't have the guts

to tell you.

And we run in circles

not trusting our feelings

locking down out hearts

so as not to get hurt

again.

But that's all we do.

We hurt.

We bleed,

bruise 

break

and f**k.

But I want your love.

Author's Note

I don't know what's more of a mess; my life or my writing