I’m not vindictive or anything, but I wish I could make you feel the same way I do.

The anger , the hurt, the frustration, the guilt-

In no way, form, or fashion for this type of love am I built.

I love you, but I hate you.

I stay up late at night just to think about you.

I wish we could sit face to face to understand what happened.

On the insides I kick, scream, cry, and curse.

My poker face can only hold on for so long.

Hear my calling for you.

My heart is crying for you.

Even though I need to forget about you.