You Consume Me /Poetry

over you

I hate myself for not being able to move on, for bugging you about the past.

But the past is all I know and memories of us is my only happiness these days. If I think about how it is between us now it just breaks my heart whole.

I just want it to be right again between us, I want to feel loved, feel the flowers grow from the sprout of my heart.......

I know I should move on, I know, but some imaginary voice tells me you still love me, and I should listen to it. It's not true.