I've reached this point where I am about to sound overly dramatic, but it feels real.
It feels as if I've lost my heart.
My ability to love someone with it again wholely.
He stole it and sadly still has it.
Do I love him still?
I don't know.
For what do I love about him?
Nothing.
Did I love the memories?
The most frustrating part is trying to figure out why you're still haunting my tired intelligence.
I do not think it is love.
I think it might be many things.
Regret.
Pain.
Pride.
Overthinking.
I honestly have no thought as to why.
I just know I want you gone.
I do not want to meet again.
I do not want to know you.
I want to know this pain only as a stranger to my past.
I cannot handle your ghost anymore.