It's just...

The fact that I let you go, dosen't hurt.

It just hurts me knowing that while I'm here, thinking about you, wanting you, crying over you, and dreaming about you;

You're out there. Doing things you promised me you\'d never do again..

You're out there. With her. Flirting with people you rejected because we were together.

You're gone.. and probably moving on.

And I'm here. Regretting this, and still wanting you.

How can you tell someone you love them, and then move on so quickly? Love dosen't work that way.

[ this was too long to be a quote.. so whatever. poems are better when they don't rhyme.. I guess ]