day 273

I smell you on my sheets from time to time and I wake up hating myself. On the nights I hear you without a doubt, passion ridden with a slight stench of alcohol on your breath, I can't bring myself to walk away. I've trained my lips to kiss you to reel you back in. I've become broken bait, dirty and low, just itching to drown in your being again. I know you still love me. I know you'll still hurt me. You know I still love you. You know I'll still hurt you.