The Cycle That Can't Be Beat

It’s a back and forth thing, transitioning from girl to friend to girlfriend to let’s-just-pretend-it’s-only-for-physical-satisfaction to this-is-the-end. — and then you hit repeat, and we backtrack our steps and try to sidestep this mess we’ve created by reinstating it’s nothing, it’s nothing.

We’re just giving into our needs, not realizing how dangerously we’re living, not realizing how much we’re risking every time we dance underneath these rumpled sheets. deep down, i long to learn to turn away from this pattern of recycling the past, but i worry i won’t ever get there and still hold onto whatever we could be — for however long it will last.