Stuck

Every so often,

I cut my bangs before I even give them the chance to grow 

I move around the decorations in my room but never throw anything away

I listen to that song you played for me even though it makes me sad 

I write with the pen you gave me for my birthday just to feel something you touched 

I close my eyes and remember what I have tried so hard to forget. 

I keep going in cycles with you and it makes me sick.