If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Wait.

I already know.

God how I wish I didn’t, but I

Do.

You would wonder if you could bruise me any more than

You did before,

Whether I would still pick up the phone

Every time

You call.

Your hand would squeeze tighter,

Never

Letting me out of your reach,

And I would lay next to you at night sobbing silently until I could no longer

Breathe.

You’ve done it once before and I don’t know why I

Keep

Letting you back.

Why we both can’t move on from, not being together, but from you

Hurting me.

No, I can’t do this again.

I was good enough, and you made me believe I wasn’t.