Still

I still think about you.

When someone holds me.
When someone touches me.
When someone kisses me.
When someone laughs with me.

When your name is brought up, I cringe inside.
I never wanted to hate you, but it still grows within me.

Why?

Because you're still with me.
You still look at me.
Your eyes still follow me.

Then, I can't stop the memories.
They're not happy.
I'm not happy.
I hurt.
Because of you.

Inside.Outside.
Everyday.
When I wake, when I sleep.

You're with me still.

I don't want this anymore. I never did.
Yet despite what I want, you'll forever be here.

And these moments of deep clarity will never still.