But people like you don't ache, though.
I want you to feel what i feel.
I want to come over, knock on the door
and see your face. sometimes I miss you
which makes me feel sick because
no one has hurt me more than your body
yet sometimes all I want is for you
and I to get together, have a chat,
sit down and reminisce. what on earth
would we even discuss? we have nothing together
besides pain and pleasure, besides nothing
and everything.

why couldn’t you have loved me?

you coated your “I love you” with rough;
when I asked you to stop you just laughed.

so what does all of it mean?

people always say that things happen
for a reason so tell me for what reason
did this happen to me?

I hope you ache so badly you can’t breathe.
just like me.