I don't know why
you still delete your posts
as if you knew I read them
maybe you feel me
I'm sorry I still care
I still want you
in the most unhealthy of ways
a craving, longing
for what it never was
I still want you
like I want a house
a job that doesn't **** me
two kids and a dad who likes me
but I wish I could want you
the way I want spring to come back
I'm sorry I'm still the same
and I let you walk away
just to feel something inside
I should have loved you
but, as it seems
I still want you
to break my heart