it hurts.
i don't know what i'm supposed to do now.

but i just realized how much i liked you.
why now?

you only know how much something or someone means to you when they dissappear.
it hurts.

when i finally decide not to care,
i just had to see everything i didn't want to see,

it hurts. it hurts. it hurts.
that gnawing feeling doesn't go away even after days.

i want it to stop.
why the fuck must i realize this now.

that i might have actually liked you for the longest time,
but refuse to admit because i fear my heart being broken.

it hurts you know. that fucking feeling of your heart getting pierced and left there to bleed. 
and i just have to see all that that i didn't want to see;

what's worse than suffering from a broken heart?
when you realize you suffer from a broken heart and you can't do anything about it because you are not together in the first place.