You again. Haunting my thoughts late in the night, just as every night before this.
I can never keep your poison out of my heart. You are the disease crippling me. Forcing me to gasp for air and write terrible poetry.
How many years have I been under your spell? A lost and hopeless cause, a dog begging for scraps of affection.
It's been almost a year since I've moved away and yet you're still swarming my brain in odd evening hours. I want to hold you in my arms and keep you there forever. I want you to hold me in yours and want the same.
You will never love me like you love her. I hate you both for that, but anytime I mention hate around you, you transform into a three foot green alien spouting jumbled wisdom occasionally hard to follow.
I wish I could just move on. I've tried so hard. I did everything you told me to. Everything you ever asked. You told me I was the perfect girl for you, but you just didn't love me.