I saw him today.
I wanted to scream, hit him in rage, to cry, hurt him and kiss him at the same time.
I am a slave to my heart.
I refuse to listen to it.
But it beats faster and harder when I saw him.
My whole body betrayed me, except for my eyes.
If looks could ****, he would be dead.
But it is me who is dead.
Dead from the thousands of tears and the pain from the emotions I keep hidden.
I though it could not get any worse
But seeing him today, was like him ripping the wound open and walking away.
How can he sit there and smile
While I am falling into pieces and crying inside.
Yet I stood there, doing nothing
Couldn't speak my mind to him, in fear I would cry.
All I want to do is hurt him, but I can not.
So I just end up hurting myself
Hurting myself all over again just for him.