Hate. I don't know
about you, but I also don't know about me.
Love. Everything can always get worse, but never better.
Confusion. You baffle me beyond coherent words.
Regret. I wish I'd have had some sanity and a clear head.
Insulted. Like she is better than me.
Insecurity. She is.
Anger. Fuck you.
Hostility. I will make you feel as horrible as I did.
Confidence. I will make sure of it.
Laughter. I am no longer attracted to you.
Egomania. I see the way you look at me.
Sadness. The way you used to look at me.
Anxiety. I don't want you to look at me like that.
Stubbornness. I don't need for you to look at me like that.
Confusion. I indulge in times when you look at me like that.
Guilt. You look so sad, like something is missing.
Understanding. I am missing.
Nostalgia. We could be everything we used to be.
Bitterness. You won't let it become reality.
Melancholy. Nothing will ever be the same.
Dignity. Ultimatum given. Love in pain or let go, self.
Satisfaction. I've said anything I could have.
Curiosity. Where are your feelings hiding?
Realization. Where mine are hiding.
Searching. Can we find each other?
Truth. We have to find ourselves first.