You never escape my thoughts. Every waking moment is spent with you on my mind. I\'m plagued. Diseased.
My sickness? Love.
My cure? You.
Yet I reach for you, and feel naught but a shadow in your wake.
You\'ve left. Gone. A pattern I\'m all too familiar with.
I should hate you. Sometimes, I feel angry. Angry tears roll down my face. My fists clench.
I\'m angry.
Angry I could never hate you. Yet, in your eyes, I see such hatred. You hate me. Despise me. If not for that profound anger, I\'m sure i\'d be a distant memory by now.
Forgotten. Erased. Gone. As easy as that.
You cut me. Broke me. Tore me into pieces. A jigsaw puzzle I cannot solve.
So how?
How can it be that something so broken could still love you so deeply?
You stole my heart.
But I no longer have yours.