I hate that you effect
my life so easily. That
when I do anything,
I can still hear your
input. I hate that I
can’t sleep in my
own bed without
turning over to see
if you’re still there.
I hate that I still
think of you
whenever I think
at all. You are
inside of my mind,
and I’m starting
to think that there
is no way of
getting you out
for good.
Published on May 21, 2014 12:00