Every time I think of you it’s like I’m fighting what I’m feeling.
It’s either complete, depressing adoration or a smoldering bitterness that is bordering on hate. I just can’t seem to settle on which one it is.
Right now at this very moment it is the bitter hate. But I know that will change the next time I see you and I hate that so much. I just wish that you would let me hate you. Let me move on. I just want to be happy again, but I can’t with the constant thought of you hanging over my head.
Just please let me go.