I didn’t leave the door open. How did you get in.
I locked every window, boarded up every door, and somehow you still snuck in.
You’re like a song stuck in my head—
playing on repeat until I forget how to think.
I never wanted you here, but now that you’re here, I can’t let you go.
I hate that you control me— my emotions,
my mind, my every move.
I hate how you carved yourself into me,
how you linger in places I didn’t know were soft.
But you make me happy, like a child running through a field.
You put a bubbly feeling in my chest, you make me feel on top of the world— and that’s a long way to fall.