6 month incarceration.

Here I am, sitting up in bed at nearly 12am.
Thoughts of you are running rampant through my head.
Get out, I thought we closed the door...
Are you back for more?

I can't. I have to resist or else I'll fall back into the hell that was us.
I have to remind myself that you were not good to me.
You controlled me. You got angry too easily. Took everything too seriously.
You were not good for me.

But yet there you are again...the constant "I love you" is replaying in my mind.

Wait...what about all the times you would lie to me?
All the things you hid from me, thinking I wouldn't find out?
Hello, I am a woman, bear in mind.
Trying to lie, straight through your teeth.


But yet I can sit here and say I still care for you.

When was the last time you thought of me?
Have you sat down and cried your heart out to the thought that I'm gone?
Do you listen to "our songs" and cry to no return?
Are you thinking of me? Please?

Why am I craving for your attention?
Because I love you.