When does it end?
When will you stop consuming my thoughts?
Controlling my emotions?
Why must you be the same reason
I smile at my phone
and the same reason
my pillows are wet at night?
Why?
Does it boost your ego
knowing I will never be over you?
Are you satisfied
with me trying to crawl back into your arms?
To know that I will never settle for anyone
but you?
Or maybe you like,
being the reason I wake up at night
wondering what I did wrong.
Being my late night thoughts,
and my 11:11 wishes.
You do so little
yet the damage it causes,
the tears I shed, the insecurities I form
I hate this
I hate everything
I hate you
so fucking much
But I also hate the fact,
that I love you
way too much.
