And as we parted ways,

I swore to everyone in my life

that I would rather stab myself 3 times in my hand before going back to you.

But they seemed to know that I was trying to convince myself

more than I was trying to

convince them.

Because we both know that if you said the right words,

I would have come back on your doorstep,

holding your favorite flowers

and chocolates,

in my right

hiding the three bandaged punctures in my left palm.

We both know that I can’t resist. I never will be able to resist anything when it comes to you.