focusing on you
that's all i seem to be doing
hurting myself knowingly
thinking of you, again.
hanging into false hopes
for my awareness of you
to finally fade away

in my dreams i see you
looking at another women's eyes
drowning in her
loving her
i wake up,
drag myself into the kitchen
drinking coffee
and trying to forget.
perhaps its not coffee that i need.

all this so futile
i hate weaknesses
you are mine
but you're not mine anymore.

perhaps hate is what i need
I'm cold
maybe i just need a drink.