You.
You.
You.
Why does it have to be you?
Why am I thinking of you?
Why can't I stop?
You're my first thought when I wake.
You're my last thought before I fall asleep.
But you never think of me,
Do you?
At least not the way I want you to.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
And it terrifies me.
Chills me to my bone.
Because you have that much power over me.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
You kill me.
You make me sob and cry.
It ruins me every time I see you with her.
The worst part is...
I love you.
