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.
