I hate it…

I hate that I say I’ve moved on only to suddenly see your face when I wake in the morning.

I hate it…

At the time, I was so sure that I’ve let go.

I hate it…

That one day I don’t care and the next day I do.

I hate it…

That weeks go by with my heart feeling free and suddenly, out of thin air, heavy it feels again.

I hate it…

I hate this feeling.

I hate it…

That after all this time you’re still here. A cut that keeps opening after I think it’s healed.

Lingering, like a cold sore…because that’s what you really are.

A what if, a could have, a regret in some ways.

I hate it…

That you can do this to me.

I hate it…

That I really don’t have control.

I hate it…

That only time can heal.

I hate it…

That it’s taking longer than I would like.

I hate it.