you were doing just fine before you met renee. you told yourself that it was just another face in the crowd, another night, but then there she was, a mess in that leather jacket

shed make you drink more than you wanted to and every time, youd wake up with a headache, a text from her, and the same damn feeling, like something pulled you under

you ended up moving to the city, thinking that it would be different. no one here would make you feel the way that she did but damn, one day, you ended up seeing her at a bar. she was sitting there, glowing like nothing ever changed. you had almost forgotten the look she gave you, that teasing smile. the some one that used to destroy you

you told yourself and everyone else that you were fine but when you saw her, it was like you were eighteen again. that rush, that ache, just pulling you back in

she was quick to stand in front of you, her smile still teasing. there was no apologies, no asking how youve been. she didnt care. shes here and youre just a second away from falling all over again

"hey.. you look good" she greeted and you already knew that you were in deep shit

"yeah im doing good" you lied. you dont feel fine. not when shes looking at you like she still owns you, like shes the one who decides when you get to breathe

"come here.." she mutteres, pulling you closer. she smells like the past, like that stupid tattoo you both got when things were really messy. like you used to be. like her. you forget why you even walked away. why you faded away like you did. the decisions, the walls you built.. who cares now?

you were already on her, the pull being too strong. you used to be crazy but now youre just holding on, feeling like a fool but you didnt care

"i dont think i can do this.." you mutter but she just pulls you closer, like she never left. like its always been the two of you. messy. unfinished.. just.. right