I can't help it.

this is where I start to hate myself.

I'm clinging to pictures and scraps of paper
fill of memories that aren't mine.
but how I wish they were.

this is where I can't let go.

I'm holding on to a person in my mind
someone I wish existed
the same way I see them.

this is where I can't forget.

I'm pathetic, and I know it
the brain is not so powerful
to make wishes true.

this is where I hurt the most.

I've accepted it all
and the hole will never be filled.

the truth is I hate myself for it
but I can't let go
I won't forget
you're the best thing that's happened to me.