I'm so confused right now.
I really hate you.
But I love you.
I can't tell you what I am feeling but I can write it.
I never deny it.
I turn into yours when your around.
But when you leave I feel alone and hopeless.
I should not let anyone define me.
But for some reason I let you.
Maybe, it was because I thought for a second you wouldn’t leave.
But you did.
Just like my Dad and Mom.
My Grandma and my Sister.
I held you close because I didn't want to let go.
But you left, making me have to let go.
But I never let go of the love.
The love.
Did it exist in your eyes, with us.
Or was it just me.
I never meant to get to attached.
But I didn't want you to leave.
Now you left.
Just another person that left.
But I loved you and I still do.