I fucking hurt... She walked out of my life again, she always leaves and i'm always bent. I tell her to leave, she leaves, i'm sore. I ask her to leave, she leaves, i'm wounded. I ask her to stay, it doesn't happen often, but when it does, she leaves and i'm broken. she... she is you, she is her, she is now, she is then, she... she is still here, and she is gone. I don't know how to be without her today. Sometimes she leaves and I have a backup her on deck, and then my ego feasts... and then the me and the ego fight. we don't get along well at all. me and him. he tugs at the strings and wispers in my ear. i ultimately have to listen or not, and for whatever reason i do, sometimes. fuck this... i hurt. she left. she left to protect her from him. she left to protect her from me. him and i are 1. intentions fillings buffer bed sleep pain lonely friends sex complications her nameless faceless her's fuck