I Hate That I Miss You

I hate the fact that I miss you,

You left me and you made it seem easy to do,

Questions asked and you pointed at me,

I take the blame so that your subconscious is free,

In her arms you forget about us,

Drowning in her love instead of making a fuss,

Broken but not letting it show,

Cutting myself in an all time low,

Muffled cries of a plea to a god who’s distant,

A heart that is shattered but that could never be bent,

Forever broken and never healed,

Never ending pain and never really learning how to deal.