I shouldn't have to remind you how to love me

How to return texts

Deleting your number does nothing 

You come back and I don't dare to block you 

You say you love me 

Why keep it quiet 

You say you don't mean to hurt me 

Tell that to my broken heart and the many nights questioning my existence

I want to be angry and disgusted

But all I can seem to do is read our old messages

I skip over my replies because they remind me of the part of me that loves you 

The part of me that bent over backward until my spine was nonexistent