I feel stark. 

This is it.

I lost myself.

Hate yourself everyday.

Try to imagine a new outcome. 

I dare you.

Turn of a screw: an action that makes a bad situation worse, especially one that forces someone to do something. 

I was there.

Right there.

So fight for something that is bare, unforgiving, faulty? 

Or let go?

I don't do relationships. 

Yet I keep going into them thinking that this one is different. 

This time I won't feel so hurt, 'cause they'll be there. 

Never wanting to believe that the next one will be worse. 

His mouth forms the words, but he's not there, not really. 

But his arms feel so right. 

But I can't hide in them forever. 

And when he pulls away...my heart clings to him.