I smoke every night just to forget the way you held my hand.
But instead of memories fading,
late at night as I fly high,
I remember the way you touched me
and the way you kissed my shoulder oh so innocently.
And I remember the way you spoke about never leaving my side.
But you did.  
And I couldn't even stop you.
No rhyme nor a reason.
No warning nor a word.
You were gone the next day.
Now she's the one making you smile and mending your wounds.
And my god does it ******* hurt to know that she does everything that I couldn't do.
It tears me apart knowing that she touches your skin and kisses your lips.
My heart ******* shatters when I think of you holding her hand the way you held mine,
or kissing her shoulder the way you kissed mine,
or stealing her clothes the way you took mine,
or even just looking at her the way you looked at me.
I ******* hate you for leaving me like I was trash,
and I ******* hate you for taking my heart along.
I ******* hate you for letting me love you and never loving me back,
and I ******* hate you for saying that you never felt anything for me.
I ******* hate you, but I love you so much more.
I think that's the worst part..