What if I never stop loving you?
I think that's what scares me the most.
I had been doing just fine for months.
No tears.
No sadness.
I accepted things.
I thought I let go.

But it's 3am in the morning and I miss you.
I don't want to but I do.
I shouldn't be crying but I am.
It's pathetic that I'm still grieving as if you were dead.
This isn't fair.
While I'm stuck hating myself for loving you, you don't even care.
You're not hurting.
You're not broken over this.
You're not feeling loss.
I ******* hate this.

How many times do I need to pray for God to take this away.
Take this love that's hollowed me out.
Take this sadness.
Take the suffocating sorrow.
Take away the memories of him that bring me to my knees.
I don't want to love this man anymore that has broken me to my
Very core.