Him.

I sit here and cry for things you say,
I wonder if you say them just to get your way.

You hurt me constantly, and yet, I hurt myself even more.
Everything is numb, yet the most painful kind, all the way to my core.

I wonder why I'm here, with you most of all.
I've been pondering things for months, the way we're going to fall.

I wish all this pain could just end, you know?
Kind of like when I sleep, when I reach my all time low.

I'm hurting you by staying with you.
Luckily I wont cover myself in bruises of black and blue.

The smell that radiates off of you, the way you make me feel sometimes.
But then I realize, I only feel loved when you and me are having sex.

I wish I could let this all go, let you go so you can find someone better.
To you I bet it doesn't even matter.

Your blue eyes, a vast ocean of yellow and green, hollow.
But I have a feeling that its you I'll always follow.

I hate to love you, and I love to hate you.
Its a never ending circle, where I never find a clue.

This is just another game of luck.
The question is, what are we betting?

Our love? Friendship? Everything?
Yeah.

I sure as hell don't know, so neither do you.
I hope this ends well, and if not, theres just another scar to add to the pile.


-Bear.