she does her best to get over you,
but her best isn't good enough.
she tries her best to hate you,
but to loathe you isn't enough.
the love she carries in her heart for you,
can carry mountains, bricks & stones.
the resentment she harbors for loving you,
only she can feel that in her bones.
I hate myself for loving you,
because that says so much about me,
how good am i for loving you?
how easily i am weak.
she's not as strong as she thinks she is,
her soul can be seen straight through,
& the cause of all her meekness can be traced right back to you.
i try & try to erase the memories,
you're constantly on my mind.
What is it about this addicition to you,
That another love i've yet to find?