What Makes It Worse

I guess I miss you so bad,
So bad it already hurts.
But there's nothing I can do,
Nowhere else to divert.

And so I scribble some lines,
Not knowing where it'll end.
Going round and round in my head,
With most twist and bend.

Just like these thoughts of missing you,
I find these words insane,
Because no matter what I say,
It won't take away the pain.

I will still miss you day after day,
It's a cycle to bear.
What makes it worse,
Is knowing you don't care.

Mon, Sep 17, 2012
10:09:28 AM
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless handheld

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