Why Why Why

I'm over you

That's what I tell myself and everyone else

I'm the one who broke up with you

The one who said we were better platonic

The one who was uneasy to start with

So why do I find myself thinking of you

Why does my heart keep skipping a beat

Why do I want to talk to you

Why do I miss you

Why why why

Do I miss you

Or the idea of you

That's the question

As it seems I no longer know my heart

I have no answer

 

And now I don't see you

And now I'm sad

And now I'm confused

And now I'm hurting

Why why why

 

I'm too nervous

Too ashamed

To start a conversation with you

Take the first step

I'm begging you

 

But I can't see you

And your name doesn't show anymore

I feel avoided

I feel rejected

Why why why

 

Closing in on myself

Becoming a shell

I can't get you off my mind

I'm going crazy

Please come back to me

Reviews

[R J Askew]

The title drew me to read as it has an urgency about it. You capture the ambivalence we feel about gone wrong love perfectly. Part of us tells us to 'stop this now' while another part still craves desperately for our beloved. If only they wld look our way! I imagine you have forgotten him by now though looking at the date you posted this.