oh. number one hundred and five.

I keep loving him, he hurts me, I cry. I love him. Love him and need him, need him to make my heart beat.
My heart broke when we broke up, it broke when I found out he cheated on me, it broke when he lied, it broke all those times he didn't call when I needed him to.
It still breaks, I keep letting him into my heart, only to make the edges even more frail and it's breaking this moment. My mistake is that I can't leave him, I didn't speak to him for six months, but now I am making the same mistake all over again. I keep loving him.