I Knew Hell was Hot

I'll show you who won't care most.

I don't think about you as much.

Anymore

I see you and my heart doesn't go back to normal until an hour after you leave

but

everytime

I stop

to breathe or

close my eyes 

Your there.

forever an imprint on my mind.

You have others and don't mind flaunting them. 

You remind me that you don't need me. 

It hurts.

You ignore me. 

I ignore you too.

Then 

Days later your ever so sorry and sweet

I get angry.

Why can't I leave? 

I find myself making excuses for you

It's kind of crazy 

feeling dead and alive

simeultaneously.