It was stupid to want him again after all he's done.
I shouldn't crave to let him back in when all he does is hurt me.
"I love you, Alice." There he goes again with his false utterances.
"I love you, too." How could I let myself breathe a lie such as that; how could I love someone that only hurts me?
His lips are on mine in a heartbeat.
My hands mold in to his shoulders against my own will.
Soon enough, my mouth opens to obey his silent request, and the battle starts yet again for dominance.
I don't mean to do it, but somehow I moan which manages to derail my lady like ways in that single moment.
Suddenly all that matters is the warmth he supplies as my head spins.
Then he's back, promising to love me forever.
I hang on to that promise like the last time only to lose it again the next day.
He slept with someone else again; is it because I refuse to have sex with him?
I know that it's useless to think that it's somehow my fault that he's always sleeping around and cheating on me, but the sting and the regret never truly go away.
I'm watching him leave to go get drunk with his friends yet again, and I'm powerless knowing that he'll cheat on me with some man or woman that he meets at the bar.
Am I not good enough for him?
The pain lingers as the questions plaque me, but I give him a kiss goodbye and tell him that I love him in the hopes that he'll finally realise what he has in me.
Why does he do this to me when he says that he loves me?
The pain continues to fester up with in my body as the same pattern repeats itself again, and we break up.
We ended up back together again despite my best efforts of staying strong on my own with out him; why couldn't I stay away?
Why am I so weak?