Every single time. I tell myself to get over you. To hate you. To not give in. To not give a fuck. To not answer you. Nothing. When you ain’t around & when we don’t talk for ages, I’m strong. Right when you pop back into my life, I’m weak. Seeing your number vibin’ my phone & hearing your voice….I let my walls come down & I just crumple inside. I’m so weak when it comes to you.