Fuck it all.
Back to my love of dance,
And there you fucking are.
Looking at your face knocks the wind out of me
I freeze up
My mind loses track of thought.
I hate that
I hate that I will always care for you
That I will always have feelings for you.
I never want to see your face again! But yet I do……
I hope that there will be a day that I will go without thinking of you, remembering me and you, reminiscing being held by you. I’ll forget the sweet nothing’s you said, and the day you slipped away.