Crying myself to sleep again;
I sure didn’t miss this.
You don’t realize
how much this hurts me
when you say
you don’t want to see me.
You don’t understand
how badly I want to die
when you tell me
you may not love me
like you once did.
You don’t get
that it kills me
when you say you’ve
questioned our relationship.
All I do
is love you,
and all I know
is how to be there for you.
You will never comprehend
how little I feel
when you pretend I’m not there.
I am breaking into two
at this very moment.
