Crack

You had a couch.

I can't remember the color, but it was leather.

We sat there when I met you for the first time.

It wasn't the first time, but it deserves a crown.

Or maybe a noose.

We learn through repetition.

Through reinforcement. Positive and negative.

But if we learn best through emotional and physical pain,

Why then don't I learn?

It's love, but I hate you.

It's the hating kind of love.

The kind that tortures a person.

You bleed me dry, but you're also the only thing that makes me feel whole.

Once I cried with my whole body

I couldn't stand.

My shoulders shook.

Everything was blurry.

You did that. You were all that mattered.

But you fixed it.

It's different now though, between us.

I hope I'm that kind of person you can love.