It hurts to know that you're awake a few miles away and you're not thinking of me the same way Im thinking of you.
It hurts to cry and know that the only person who you want to comfort you is so close but their heart so far away.
It hurts to know you feel nothing for the girl you sat up with for hours talking about nothing.
It hurts to know why it hurts and still have to let it hurt.
I can't do anything except sit here and cry over you and you can't do anything except not care.
Love is the strongest feeling there is and it's not just a word. If you didn't feel it, then why, when I was contently dreaming, did you tell me that you did?
It hurts because now I don't sleep and now I don't dream.
Just as I forgot to think about you, you remembered to haunt me.
And maybe if I wore my pain on my body rather than in my heart you'd understand. Maybe if I came crying to you with bleeding skin and bruised hands you'd know what you were doing to me. Maybe if I painted myself red you'd feel my pain too. But maybe you're too immature and too damn stupid to realize that it's hurting me. Or maybe you know it is, and you just don't care.
