soon.

lxxvi.

̶ ̶ lxxvi. TUG OF WAR.

i reach out for a friend even though i push them all away 
and i don't want to call it a habit when sometimes it's not even my fault
and you tell me that it's my lost when i don't hear from you anymore
and i don't know whether i want to grip on to your wrist and beg you to stay
or watch you walk away.

it hurts either way.