I want to fling every nice little thing he ever said right back at him.
I wish to scream at him, scream every little thing he made me feel.
I just want to yank him out completely, or I’ll never let him go.
I just want to yank him out completely, or his roots will dig in further.
Why must I love him? Why must I miss him?
Why did he even have to enter my life?
I could’ve missed love, if it had been so evident it would break me.
I could’ve neglected love, if I had known it would neglect me.
I hate him? I love him?
I don’t even know him…