Why is it that I torture myself with thoughts of you over and over again?
Letting myself think of you and dream of you even though all it causes is pain.
I still listen to our songs and think of the things you used to say to me,
It’s stupid and I continue doing it, but why? Do I enjoy being unhappy?
I could’ve had different guys ones that would always treat me right,
But I continue to push them away until they finally give up the fight.
Why don’t I throw out the photos or letters that are all hidden away?
And erase from my memory all the sweet things that you used to say?
Why is it when the pain is ripping me apart I don’t cry, the tears don’t come?
Because I don’t care or that I’ve been hurt so much that now I’m just numb?
It’s hard for other people to understand so I constantly smile and lie,
Why do I go through all this everyday? Because I love you, that’s why.
A sad confession of unrequited love, doubtless you'll get over it Brooke, besause you're too beautiful and itelligent to live in a void. Fondly, Jerry
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I would like to translate this poem
this one almost made ME cry. wow we have alot in common.... especially the line. i couldve had different guys ones that would always treat me right, but i continue to push them away until they finally give up the fight.