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.
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.