I miss you, pretty much.
but I hate you, too sum it all up.
your presence, I crave but hate too see your face.
your touch, oh your soft, warm touch. I just want to feel it once more.
angry, but sad. the hurt, hit me bad
like a ton of bricks, or daggers in my chest, ripping through my heart. the little that's left.
two years, it took me, to finally let you go
but now I just wanna let you know.