Looking at you, I can see you're doing fine.
Looking at you from afar, I want to say. " Hey! that's my love over there, looking happy with someone else's care."
Looking at you, hugging somebody made me say. It was me, it was me whom you do those things before.
Here I am love, trying to accept the things that you left. And what's left in me was nothing but myself. You left me nothing but a broken heart I need to heal. A traumatized mind I need to fix.
There you are, moving forward while here I am. I am so stuck. Still stuck with all the memories and promises that we had.
If only I knew back then, I would have not allowed myself to love you more than I have love myself.
I don't know up until when I will be like this, moving forward and going back to square one.
I don't know until when I will stop hoping for us.
I don't know if this is just a feeling. or if it's just the memories that keeps on lingering or maybe I'm just used to having you near me. Depending myself on you. You, being my strength. You, being my world.
I hate myself. I hate myself because I'm too weak and I can't help it but keep on begging you to stay.
I don't want to stay anymore. I want to move forward but I love you so much and it's hurting me.
and even if it's hurting me, after all that I discovered and betrayals. I hate myself because my heart... My heart still wants you.