It was tiring. It's wearing me down bit by bit. The yelling, frustrations, slamming of doors and hidden tears. The jealousy. And just everything that we can do but can't, all that we can have but can't... all that we can be but can't.

We were both just two lonely souls who was holding each other not because we want to but because we needed to. Because it takes two broken pieces to be perfect again.

But it does not mean that our brokenness has gone.

It always stays on us, no matter how we crave each other, no matter how we leech on each other until there was nothing left.

Then we get back for more.

We were like running in circles. We fight then make up. The fights we had always gets bigger and bigger until it wears us down and we can't yell towards each other anymore, only the silent tears remains.

Even if how many other people we brought home just to keep our beds warm in nights where we want to rip each other's throats, we always find each other's arms in the end. As much as how violent and toxic our relationship, we can't let go of each others hands.

'Cause we're scared to be lonely.