Now when I look at you, I look past what I used to see
I now spot how imperfect you actually can be
How can I hate and miss you at the same time?
How can I despise you, but still wish you were mine?
It would help if I could tell you how I felt
Explain to you that our breakup makes me want to cry and
yelp
One day you were my other half,
The next, underneath my feet, you were the broken glass
It's hard for me to ignore you,
But it hurts more that I don't know if you feel the same way
I do
Do I just want you back because I don't like change?
Or because I know you're within my range
Do you still sit in bed at night,
and think "Does she even miss me in her life?"
I know moving on is best
But sometimes I miss putting my head on your  chest
What we has was great,
And I know you never wanted it to result in hate
But how could the person I loved the most,
Bring the pain a parasite brings to its host?
It would be easier if the tears would just flood from my
eyes,
But somehow I'll have to find another way of getting by