i hate you
I do, i hate you so much
for what you did to me
but I miss you,
or rather, the idea of you
I miss our late night talks
I miss our good days
how we would fall asleep together
and it would be a blissful silence
but we had to go and mess it all up
didn't we?
Things won't ever be the same
i can't even look at you now
not now, not after what you did
and it hurts because, despite everything
despite the arguments, and bickering
and tears that i shed
I would take you back in a heartbeat
if you hadn't have done that
my friends think i was crazy for loving you
but ours was a crazy love story
and i am sorry that you became
the reason that it ended.