Another

Its something I wrote after my break-up

tired, tired of the hurt.

tired, tired of the pain.

you caused this pain,

this deep, self-hating pain.

i hate you,

i hate the feelings i still have for you.

Why? why must i love you still?

why, why do i let myself love you?

i want you, i need you,

i love you.

i admit it,

i am now trying to forget,

forget, forget all you caused

forget your touch,

forget you, your scent.

i want another,

another, another life,

another man.

but how?

how, how do you still affect me so?