But loving someone isn’t always a reason to stay.
I know I love you.
And the way you
look when you
say my name
brush my hair out of my eyes
I love you and the way you make me laugh
and the way you smile
but I hate the way you drink until you can’t speak
and the way you taste like smoke even though you said you quit 2 weeks ago
and I hate the way you leave bruises around my wrists when you grab me too tight
and the way you don’t care when you make me cry
and I love you but I think you’d break my bones if I let you