I don’t understand. I just can’t create simple distinction.
You’re still here.
I don’t let go of you easy. I hang on tight.
I still think, of you. Random times. They just pop up.
The thoughts are so cruel. So upsetting. So suffocating.
So missing. Miss you angel.
The purest hate…all over you from me.
The opposite of love juices.
You fucked me over.
You fucked me, through and through.
Do it all again, I scream to you.
Love, to you.
Throw it all away and give it all to you..in a heart shaped box. The only one I have left.
I give it to you, and I have no choice in this.
It just happens.