When I think of you
I feel like crying
every time I think
of you.
When I realize I
will never have you
yet need you.
Do you not see
what you do to me?
I breakdown
at a mere thought
or memory of you.
You make me cry.
I hate myself
for this fact.
That all it
takes is a
mere mental
image of you
to make me
breakdown
and cry.