I Knew Hell was Hot
I'll show you who won't care most.
I don't think about you as much.
Anymore
I see you and my heart doesn't go back to normal until an hour after you leave
but
everytime
I stop
to breathe or
close my eyes
Your there.
forever an imprint on my mind.
You have others and don't mind flaunting them.
You remind me that you don't need me.
It hurts.
You ignore me.
I ignore you too.
Then
Days later your ever so sorry and sweet
I get angry.
Why can't I leave?
I find myself making excuses for you
It's kind of crazy
feeling dead and alive
simeultaneously.
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