It's been one month, one week and six days.
I want you back.
My heart was torn in two, but those three days fixed it.
It was a makeshift bandaid, but it worked.
And now it is torn apart once again.
And I'm back at step one.
I'm back to crying.
Crying because I miss you.
Crying because you don't miss me.
Crying because I don't know what to do.
Crying because I want you.
Crying because you don't want me.
Crying because I love you.
Crying because you don't.
Crying because it hurts.

I just want your hair between my fingers again.
And your lips against mine again.
I want your arms around my waist again.
And you figure in my arms again.
I want you to be mine.
And I never want to let you go.

I sit.
I sit and I think.
I sit and I think and I remember and I cry.
I do this, and then I wonder.
How did this happen?
I do this, and then I wonder.
Do you ever feel this way?
This utterly helpless and sad.
I don't think you do, and I'm glad for that.
Because it's the worst feeling in the world.