I Miss Your Love

Would you believe that sometimes, very rarely, I have to read back to what I wrote so long ago to remind myself why I hate you so much?

Would you believe that sometimes I can't see the point to all this?

Because I can't. I can't believe this, because if I do, I might just make the same mistakes over and over again. Seeing you, talking to you, laughing with you- it'd all be wrong. It'd all be a mistake.

So I sit here, splitting grass leaves right down the middle, wondering. Wishing. Disbelieving. Reminding.

Because I don't have the eyes on the back of my head that's required to be with you again.