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You've made a habit out of hurting me 

Messy fate

death seems too easy for our loves end 

It wont die peacefully.  

Like a canker it holds on to the fruit

But you left ages ago

I just refuse to live without hope. 

Even now after I told you to keep coming at me

no matter how much i push you away,

and still you sit licking your wounds,

as if they hurt more than mine.

Its not a test. 

Its a need.

And if it goes unfulfilled

I die a little more each time. 

It hurts that you can be there for others

And I have to fight it all alone. 

Cant you just keep trying?  

Cant you prove you wont give up on me? 

Im tired of proving that you will.