A lot of like, little love, enough hate.

i can still feel the tingle on my fingertips
like your kiss never left my lips.
i can still feel the senstion that's
now running cold through my blood
like this heart's not enough to keep it warm.
our reminiscences haunt me in my sleep
like you're now just a chilled memory.
i was happy about all of this at some point
in time like it couldn't possibly get any better
but reality set into place and i lost your face.
i'll never forget you walking away
like it doesn't distress you a bit
and if i cried out to you one more time
you wouldn't give a shit.
i can't help but juggle being bitter and
then turning to regretful when you laugh it off in my face,
like i am such a forgetful waste.
i find it hard to believe you had it in you to
fight off your feelings like that like
you'd really be there at the drop of a hat.
FUCK THIS.

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