Better.
That's what they said it'll become.
Forget.
That's what they said I'll do,
waited, waiting... am I doomed?

It hurts.
How the sun's warmth remains
reminding me of your hugs.
It hurts how it's our songs the songs that I'll forever hear and think of you.

A one man pity party
do you even realise how you broke me?
How you left me besides myself,
it's a bit more than just a dent
but a lot less than just a scar.

I miss you. I hate you.
I want you, yet you disgust me so much.
I love you, but it hurts.
It hurts buddy!