secret tears

I miss how you left the bathroom a mess
I miss your constant question of am i going to do
I miss your cane made of white oak

I hate how you got sick
I hate how you lost your memory
I hate how you died
But most off all I hate how you left me

I miss how strong I was
I miss your comforting whispers of sweet nothings.
I miss cimbing in your lap and talking until I fell asleep

I hate how weak you make me seem
I hate I didn't take your last call
I hate how my mom won't let me forget that I didn't take it.

I hate how no matter how hard I try I can't hate you.
I miss you and it sucks