A/n: Sometimes... I write about crap. Other times... It's true and from the heart. This just happens to be true.

But now... I'm glad he left.

I loved you,

You loved me.

What happened?
I didn't see.

Nothing makes sense,

It's hard to sit,

Knowing how you really feel.

You don't give a shit.

Was it something I did?

I don't know.

I wish you'd tell me,

But you're about to go.

Sometimes I wake up,

Thinking of you.

But I know I can't sleep again,

Not knowing what to do.