The Memory

And the image I hate so dear

If I hated you,
I'd just let you go to jail

 

If I hated you,

I wouldn't have a job

 

If I hated you,

I wouldn't replay to your calls

 

Mostly, if I hated you,

I wouldn't still be here

 

Yes, I feel pain.
More than anything you'll know.

 

Yes, you caused it.

This pain and this fall.

 

But the saddest truth is that I don't hate you
Not a little bit, sadly, not at all.

 

And that's why I hate myself,
Both me and my life.

 

I'm in love with someone,
Who's left me, used me, and moved on

 

I'm in love with a memory,
One that walks and talks and hurts me every day

 

I'm still in love with a memory,
A love that was never shared.