Fake feelings.

Show me who, and what you are. Not a fake.

I fake that I do not hurt.

No one can tell.

I am can not do it anymore.

I am hurt, and tired of being this way.

So I am going to cry.

It might be weakness, but then that makes me weak.

I am okay with that.

I still go back, and wish that I would have fought for you.

Not physical, but just enough for you to stay.

I miss you, I think about it, and I think of how I just let you go.

How you meant a lot to me.

Why did I let you go?

Because I was taught to be strong and let the ones I love go, and if they came back then they were mine to keep, but what if you never come back, and you were suppose to be mine?

So I decided to take it and tell you, to tell you that no matter what happens I miss you.

Not that I was going to try and get you back with me, just that I do miss you.

That I was sorry I just had to put that out there for you to know.

As soon as I hit send I logged out so I would not know what you said.

I have not been back on to see, nor do I plan on it.