It Kills Me

It kills me.

It kills me every single day not knowing what happened between us two.

It kills me, not being able to bring up the courage to at least text you.

It kills me having to wonder day and night what I did wrong.

It kills me not being able to talk to you like I used to.

It kills me not being able to just run up to you and give you the worlds longest hug.

It kills me not being able to run up to you and kiss you.

It kills me, that you so whole heartily ignore me with every fiber of your being.

It kills me that you go along with life so easily and act as if nothing happened.

It kills me knowing that you purposely used me for your own selfish needs.

It kills me knowing that I'll never be able to delete "our" songs off my phone and use them as a constant torturing device.

It kills me seeing you flirt shamelessly with other girls.

It kills me knowing that you go out of your way, just not to talk to me.

It kills me that you didn't even tell me why you left.

It kills me that you don't tell me anything that happens to you.

It kills me having to find out things about you through other people instead of yourself.

It kills me knowing what happened to you and not being able to talk to you about it.

It kills me not being able to say anything to you.

It kills me knowing you talk about me to people and not being able to know what you say.

It kills me not knowing what you feel.

It kills me that you have the most feeling retardant heart in the world.

It kills me knowing that you shut out everyone that shows the least bit of affection for you, including me.

It kills me seeing you every day and not being able to do anything at all.

It kills me that i, am an ignorant fool that took you back only to be broken again.

It kills me that you can act like everything that happened between us, now and then, was nothing.

It kills me knowing I'll never be able to hear your laughter again.

It kills me knowing I'll never have your crazy antics making my day again

It kills me knowing I'll never be able to run to you for comfort.

It kills me knowing those secretive whispers and touches will never be able to happen again.

It kills me knowing that you will never be the reason for the blush on my cheeks again.

It kills me knowing I'll never feel those butterflies I get in my stomach when I see you.

It kills me knowing the electric shock I used to feel, doesn't have a spark anymore.

It kills me knowing all I have left is memories and forgotten promises that haunt me daily.

It kills me not being able to do anything about this.

It kills me knowing I'll probably never see you again.

It kills me knowing that you will never be mine again.

It kills me knowing that we lost what we had.

It kills me, that i let you slip out of my fingers.

It simply kills me.

Thanks for reading xxx. !!!! I know it's barley anything, but with summer starting, I'll start writing soon, so expect more!!!