I’ve tried to hate you. I keep playing the disgust attached to your voice, when you said my name for the last time. I’ve tried to remember every cruel thing that you’ve ever done to me. I know you’re an asshole. I know you caused me a vast amount of pain. I know you’re fucked up, but that’s why I fell for you— because I thought I could save you. Instead, I’m now fucked up too. It’s been 11 months. I’ve tried hating you— hating you doesn’t work because I still see those damn eyes and I melt. I think its time to forget you.