F

To be honest,
I can't forget you.
Fuck.
It's like every second of the day,
I find you inside my head.
I hate this.
The worst feeling
is this:
knowing I could still say "I love you"
and mean it, say it with all the honesty in the world
and knowing you could never say it to me,
knowing I'd never hear you say it back with honesty.
Knowing that while I'm suffering,
you shamelessly move on.
I'm not saying moving on is bad,
not in the least...
but why the fuck did you, could you
do that so fast?
It hurts.
That while I'm in pain,
you go on.
You go on happily,
dandily.
Fuck.
I want you out of my head.
Damn it.
I want you out of my head already.
I hate myself,
hate myself for still loving you,
when I don't even want to anymore.
I hate myself,
hate myself for still checking my cellphone everyday,
hoping,
wishing,
waiting.
FUCK.
This wasn't supposed to happen like this,
I never wanted it to end this way.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
No no no.
I can't forget,
I remember
every detail, every little thing.
Ask me anything(ANYTHING)
and I could tell you,
oh,
oh so easily.
Screw this all.
I'm fed up with our memories,
fed up with everything I know about you.
Fed up with these things.
My heart is still breaking,
this awful aching.
I miss you,
I won't even lie,
not even to myself.
I miss you.
FUCK.
FUCK.
And FUCK again.