I don't like you.
I don't like you.
I don't like you.
I don't like you.
I don't like you.
I don't like you.
I don't like you.
I don't like you.
I couldn't stand to hurt that much ever again. When the sun shines from your eyes, and I wither at your touch. I am not the one who gets your love. I'm not the one graced with your insecurities. I will never see the future swell from your lungs. You will never show up at my door unannounced, at the right time. You will never hold me as I fall prey to my loneliness, or the secrets that lie beneath my pallid flesh. There are no songs written about me in your head. I am not the sunrise or sunset. Your world revolves away from me and I am left within myself. I will not find you in this lifetime. I will not wake next to you years from now and look back at our happenstance meeting. I do not get you. I do not get to know your smell, or the way you sleep. I do not get to know you on holidays. I won't take pictures with your family. I do not get to make you smile or know your sadness when the weather hits you. I do not get you. I have never felt more sorry for myself.