Why?
I dream about you. I wake up crying. Why can’t I forget you? Why couldn’t it all have been a bad dream. I want to forget about you. I want to walk away and be strong. But my heart wants you. I hate that I miss you. I hate listening to music because of you. I hate being alone. People tell me to cry it out. I don’t want to. I don’t want to hurt any more. I wish I could say I didn’t care. I wish I could say every time some one talks about you it didn’t make me sad. I don’t want to want you any more. I want to be set free. You like a drug. I’m now an addict cut off. I just want to hate you.
But I can’t.
