bulimia.

Your excuses don't work, you may swallow them again.

Your actions don't match the letters that i read so late at night, while she aches like a child alone and young. I have found myself yet again standing on a cliff with you, just like before. Except this time, I am not the one pushing you off into the dark. You have me by a strand of hair from my head. Congratulations. You have restarted my heart, for it has been so still since you have been gone. And with a kiss I have longed for, dreamt for and wished for, you have charged my atoms both positively and negatively. This is unfair. Just as i was beginning to believe again.