I tried, I swear that I tried.
But I can't stop thinking about you,
Writing on you.

I have so many things to be said,
Things I would like to tell you,
But I can't.

I thought that stop writing about you would help me to forget you,
Would help me to get you out of my head but it's worse.

Everything I don't  write plays in my head like a melody on repeat,
It's unbearable, intolerable, that drives me crazy, makes me loose sleep, you're toxic, and the worse part is that i love it.

I give up this fight between my head and my heart,
Between the reason and the madness,
Between the reality and my dreams.
I give up the idea to forget you,
Anyway, the more I try the less it works.

I like thinking what my life would have look like if we were together.

I like imagining you in the evening, in my bathroom, shirtless, brushing you teeth before going to sleep. I would came from behind, wrapping my arms around you, kissing your back.

I like imagining me waking up next to you.
Your sleepy angel face, dreaming about god knows what. Your body rolled up in my sheets, your smell on my pillows.

Imagine all this is a ******* torture, a ******* sweet torture.

I think you would see me differently if you could see me as I am.
I think you would think differently if i told you the things I have to say.

But here I am, doing nothing to have you back in my life,
Expecting that you will come back,
But you won't.

We were over before even being something.
I met my soulmate but you didn't met yours.