Memories of you.
Sometimes,
It feels like you are here
Next to me;
Painfully reminding me  of how it was.
I use past tenses  and speak of what ifs.
I ask,
And in return  I receive  a stab  in the front.

I cry. I cry. I cry.

I would have never begged
Never asked
Never wanted
Because it would have been too much
So I assume
I lie
I hurt
Needing more than you could ever give in return
Let my words just sink inside…
Of you
Let it die
Please forget
I spill emotions before I can rearrange them in my heart,
To help you understand,
But if I did,
What good would it be?
How would it benefit me?
So I beg
I ask
I want
And all you do is stand there