I just don't understand how
you can smile with all those tears in your eyes,
and tell me everything is wonderful now.

I can't let go.
Hate is just love misunderstood.
Maybe. Perhaps.
But everything is just a mess.
I'm a mess.
I hate you.
But I know I don't mean it.

You don't.
Does it matter?
Somewhere, once upon a time,
maybe it did.

I'm not so sure now.

But I miss you.