Why is it that I still think of you
when you wronged me so.
Why is it that I worry about you
when you don't worry about yourself.
Why is it that I still care about you
when you don't care about yourself.
Why is it that I am writing this poem about you
when I ended things.
I moved on.
You did not.
I moved on yet I still think about you.
Not the positives.
Far from the positives.
I think of all of the negatives.
(which were most of the times)
I see you with her
and I wonder if it it real
or just a rebound from me.
I will never know
because the way you treat me hurts.
Yes, I moved on.
But being hated hurts.
How do you go from being strangers
to lovers
to strangers again.
How do you grow a hate so strong for a girl you once loved?
When I see you with her
I wonder.
I wonder about the way you describe me
what you say about me
about the past.
Why is it that I still think about you
when I never cross your mind.
Why is it that I moved on
and you literally moved on.
Do you still think about me?
If so how?
Do you think of the good?
Or do you think of the bad?
(which you shouldn't
I never did anything to you
it was all you.)
All I want to know is
why I think of you
and the past
and the bad
and the what-ifs
(even though I know it would be bad)
Do you think of me
when you see me?
Do you think of the way you treated me
the tears shed
the fights
the way you wronged me
the 10 wasted months?
Or do you think about the way I broke your heart?
I just want to know.
I want to know how you feel about me
how you felt that night.
Did you cry?
Did you speed home?
Did you change?
I know you changed
not for the better like I
but you changed.
I wish I knew why
why I still think of you.