I hate you
I hate you for choosing her
I hate you for not staying
I hate you  for not missing me
I hate you for the way you make me feel
I hate that you're the person that lets me down the most
I hate how you don't call
I hate the way you can read my mind
I hate the sound of your voice and how my heart skips a beat when I hear it
I hate the way my hands shake when I call you
I hate the fact that I still think about you every night
I hate the fact that when we speak your words make me what to write poetry
I hate that you live a city away
I hate that I still write about you
I hate that I can't kiss you
I hate that I would choose you, always
I hate that all of this doesn't matter to me.
Because I love you.

I have come to the realization
That people have, no imaginations.

So when things were the way they were
I couldn't imagine anyone as perfect as her.
So when I say there is no one better
Maybe I'm wrong, but I just haven't met her.
I can't imagine a future, she's not in
I don't even know, how to begin
But maybe there's a girl, who will allow me to
A new muse for my poems to refer to as "you"

But I can't imagine anyone as perfect as her
And there is no one on earth who I'd prefer

A month has passed, and there are still tears
A month has passed since my worst fears...
...came true

I want to go back, to when I was gorgeous to you
When you thought I was kind, protective, and loving too
When you said I was perfect, and everything you wanted
Back to the days before I was haunted
by the ghosts of the past, and promises broken
and by all of the words that once were spoken.
I want to go back, to the days when I mattered
Back to the days, before my heart shattered.

I know you left and that was your choice
but may I just ask, do you still hear my voice?
When you read all my poems through
is it my voice reading them to you?
Are my words in your head
or to you are my words dead?