Hurt.

I should have known…

No wait, I did know,

right when he knocked down my door,

right as I peered through the hole which separated us.

I knew it was him…

Coming back to invade my solitude,

coming back to destroy my world all over again.

Maybe Steven’s right…

Maybe there’s just something about me,

something they think can save them,

something that keeps them coming back to lick the candy center underneath.

I love them all dearly, because there’s a part of me that goes with them,

a part of me that’s given up to save them from themselves.

[Sigh]

The sad thing is, they never stick around for long.

I get them set, the hear the "ready," and then they’re off,

dashing away with that part of me I so happily gave,

coming back for more I so hopelessly have…

I can’t tell if I want them to stay, or pray for them all to just go away…