“Hurts my pride to tell you how i feel, but i still need to…”

The moment i start to think everything’s fine, you decide to throw your meanest punch. Most of the time it’s like i lean in to it. Like i want it to happen. I want the truth to get me in the worst way possible.. I keep praying you leave me, i keep praying that you feel a little pity towards me and leave me.. Like leaning in isn’t bad enough, i start to beg for it. Knowing what you think i’ll never know, knowing that you’ll stay a while, until you have to go. And i’m covered in scars, blood and tears….
Even then i might still ask for more…