# addiction # love # dissapointment

Repercussions

you are both the reason for my tears

and the hand that wipes them away

you are the reason for the circles under my eyes

and the dozen cups of coffee

you are the reason that I hate myself

and the oversized sweater I feel so pretty in

 

you are the hiccups in my heart

and the crater in my chest

the words I have trouble with

and the worries I forget

 

you are both the reason for my uncertainty

and the hope that I have clung to

you are the reason I am on this bus

and the miles I'll walk when you tell me to leave

you are the reason I can't stand myself

and the gentle reassurance that love exists 

 

you are the 8 oz shots of liquor

and the texts I later send

the fresh cuts on my right wrist

and the healed ones on my left

 

you are both the reason for my tears

and the hands that wipes them away

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