Isn't it weird how things change?
The way we were inseparable
and now I never see you.
That the many notes past back and forth
are now just memories.
That the way we would always be together
and now we all barely talk.
That the best times in my life
are now almost forgotten.

Isn't weird how things work?
That you were always more romantic,
in a month, rather than him in a year.
I remember what you said more clearly
than anything else.  
That I have fallen for your words
But not for you in real life.
That I notice how kissable you are
and yet would never try to kiss you.

I crave you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I saved you.
I lost you.
I miss you.

I hate your words
The way I love them.
I hate your love
The way it stings.
I hate your everything
The way you function.
Don't talk to me,
Please.