Its Obvious Im Just A Memory.

Remembering you is easy,
i do it every single day.
Missing you is a heartache,
that never goes away.
Those words go spinning in my head
Every time we talk.
&& now it seems I'd rather have
my head outlined in chalk.
You've stabbed and pulled out my heart
and watch it beat on the floor.
All of the blood and all the tears
from the boy i had adored.
No one else is like you,
no one made me feel this way.
Then again no one else
made me feel this pain every day.
Why do i really love you
as much as i really do?
After all you've done to me,
Why is it that i stay true?
Maybe i will never know
why i loved you so.
Maybe I'll spend the rest of my life
thinking, "How could he let me go.."