I hate the way I still care
For a person vigilant to nuances, I never saw it coming
Your absence to me was just you not being there
I didn’t realize that it was your way to promulgate your goodbye
Because I trusted you enough to believe your lies
And I hate myself for missing you
And I loathe that in a way I’ve forgiven you
I fabricate this lie and say that I am alright
But inside me I struggle
Trying to find a way to repudiate this pain
I am a plethora of emotions, As I have always been
I warned you to be careful
My cold heart’s more fragile than you think
And you just smiled and said, You think you can handle it
It makes me ache to think, That you didn’t even mean it
I am so tired of hurting, I refuse it all
You’re the first who ever saw through me
I don’t think I can take this anymore
But I guess all I have is Hobson’s choice - To have no choice at all
2007-01-08
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