Created:
2014-10-06 21:16:18
There is hardly a time
Where I don't think of him
I hate him more than anything
Yet these feelings inside
They drive me crazy
For memories of him
Are not of hate
But of longing
I swore to myself
His kind would never get me
But one did
And now he won't leave me
No matter how hard I try to forget
He is there
In the dark recesses of my mind
These feelings make me desire
The nothingness of death
For then
And only then may I finally forget him.