You say love is what you put into it. You say that I'm losing my will.

i keep telling myself that this is the last time. that this is the last time you will open this wound that just can't seem to heal. and i thought that seeing you here would be different. that you would cry for me again and that i would cry for you, but that's not this. that's not what this is: a fairytale. i have no tears that you deserve to see. there are no words you could say to me to fix this. i no longer trust that the words that leave your lips are not mere lines; the same movie on repeat with a different leading lady. because i didn't want to hear that i was always on your mind or that you missed the sound of my voice.

because the truth is, that's exactly how i feel.

do you feel your soul trying to drag itself back to the home we created? do you hurt? because i ache.
and it was your lines that created this pain.