Fall for Your Type

I swear I always fall for your type.

Tell me why I always fall your type.

I just can’t explain it at all.

I believe in people like you.

You never get to choose, that’s life.

You do all you can to hold back and it doesn’t work.

You throw up wall after wall, you fight, you lie to yourself.

I knew the truth the moment it happened. You had me.

But I didn’t want you to,

You’re so perfectly flawed;

So perfectly wrong for me,

But that’s what I love most.

I love that I should hate you.

I love that you think you know everything.

I love that you think I’m immature and dumb.

I love how you have no control over yourself.

I have a new appreciation for moths in a flame.

I watched myself get closer to you. I knew the risk.

I knew the end of our story before it started.

I can’t even say it took me by surprise.

I never want to see you again, and I won’t.

You’re leaving and taking a part of my soul with you.

I’m clutching at it, trying to hold on, but its water in my hands.

The more I try the faster it leaves. I hate this feeling.

There’s a hole where the piece belongs.

It’ll heal, eventually, with time and distance.

 But I’ll always know where it was, and who has it.