A young woman suffering an unrequited love
It would be easier, though. To just hate you.
I could throw poison at you and be angry you didn’t chose me and make comments on how pathetic your new girlfriend is,
It doesn’t matter how much I try not to think of you, I still do.
It doesn’t matter how many other friends I hang around with, the feeling I had with you just doesn’t come along.
This thing we have has no name. We’re not a couple. We’re not lovers. We’re not friends.
We’re people who once tried to make it work.
We keep hurting each other and calling it “I care about you”.