The number of tears I've spent on you,
It's ridiculous.
After every apology,
And every acceptance,
You still make me cry.
But I come back wanting more.
Probably because I need friends desperately,
But some say it's because I'm masochistic.
I hate to reiterate old truths,
But you really hurt me.
My heart feels as if it's on fire,
Like you've set it ablaze.
Over one person,
You threw me aside.
I'm screaming as I read your hate,
Crying as I slowly lose my grip.
I trace these faded lines,
Because imaginary slices
Help more than the real ones.
Is it not enough?
Enough for you to watch me crumble,
Enough for you to watch my streaming tears.
The toxicity of you seeps into reality.
I really shouldn't care,
But I do.
And I cry every night, hoping you're okay.
Even though I know I've lost you.
Though the bruises don't show,
I beat myself up over you.
Everyone tells me to stay away,
That I'm a problem.
I should listen.
Instead, I chase after you,
After someone who will never love me back.
An old friend,
To whom I've given my all.
This is ridiculous.
But I guess this is goodbye.
