everyone always underestimated how much i cared about you,
although everyone knew to some degree that i had feelings for you.
i loved you.
loving you was as easy as breathing,
i didn't have to think about it.
i loved you with every atom in my body.
and then you left, and i was still in love with you.
then i was in love with something that no longer existed in my life and i still did it as simply as breathing.
someone came into work today wearing the same cologne as you and i had to step off the floor and go to the back.
it brought back too many painful memories.
i almost started crying right then and there.
isn't that silly?
i know if someone came around wearing my perfume you wouldn't bat an eye.
it's been a year so why do i still feel this way?
is it because i never got closure?
why do i still care?
i hate that i still feel this way.
why do you do this to me?
you still consume almost every one of my thoughts and i know you don't spare me a single one.
i'm not who i once was because i gave you every single aspect of myself and now i have to reinvent myself.
and do you know what the worst part of it all is?
i think i still love you.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...