Habit In My Bones Poem by Lacie Hebert

Now it's deeper than want or need,
it's something buried inside of me.
A habit carved into my skin,
a cycle I keep falling in.

I leave, I swear, I pull away,
but something drags me back each day.
Not your voice, not your face—
just the memory I can't erase.

I know your flaws, I know your games,
I know how quickly you change names.
Still I return like I forgot
the very things I know you're not.

It's not confusion anymore,
it's something I can't ignore.
A pattern written in my brain,
where love and damage feel the same.