So here we are again

And no matter what, I'm running back to you.

No matter how much it hurts, no matter how many lies you tell me... I'm running back. Like a fucking beaten dog, here I am, running to the person who threw me away. God, I'm pathetic. So starved for a gentle touch that I can't even see your real face. Or maybe I just don't care. I don't need to see to know it's you.

I'm running back to you, to your soft voice, to that bitter aftertaste on my tongue like after thst way-too-sweet candy you once gave me. I never told you I hate them. You don't even know I am able of speaking.

I allow myself to live in those lies, because what is left out of me? What do I have? You took it all. You clipped my wings and chained me down here. Do you know I still can feel them? It hurts.

At least let me taste those sweet lies. Tell me you love me. Tell me it was all for me. Tell me you have some plans for us.

Us. I don't know if I like this two letters, but who cares? Touch me. Please just touch me like you would do if you actually care about me. Just touch my hand, or my shoulder, pull me closer and hug me. Look at me like I'm just as you, human. Don't. Don't look away. You were the one who made me this way.

Let's stay like this. I won't do anything, I swear. I won't kill you. I won't even touch your men. I'll forget about everything you've done to me. I'll stop listening to your delicious heartbeat.

I'll come back. I'll run back to you as soon as you call me. I'm starved for everything. Let me call your name, let me savor it. I let you pretend you have a power over me.

You do. You can have it. You've already in this position. I'll let you. Just let me look at my forest once more, and I'll be yours. Now it's your turn to let this beaten dog live in the illusion.

Funny thing. I don't even know your name. You never asked mine. God, your heartbeat is so loud.