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Conflict of Interest

I love his voice,
I hate his sweet tones.

I hate his words,
I love his laugh.

I love his lies,
I hate his silence.

I love his presence,
I hate his life on my screens.

I love him so much I’m empty inside,
I hate him for taking my life with him.

I hate his name,
I love how it still takes my breath away.

I hate his place on my stuff,
I love the feeling I get when I see it.

I don’t miss the pain from sitting there for hours just talking,
I miss being the one he wants to talk to.

I try to move on,
I am afraid that he has.

I don’t miss my life,
I miss the one who took it from me.

I barely live the life he left for me,
I wish he would die right along with me.

I miss that little green icon,
I miss that “hey! ^_^”

I hate missing it.
I truly hate myself for missing it.

I didn’t think I’d be like this when I met him,
I don’t think my life will ever be the same.

I hate my tears,
I love the one who created them.

I hate the internet,
I love runescape.com, where we met.

I am scared to check my mail,
I am not scared to hide away as invisible and wait.

I miss my green icon,
I don’t miss all the pain from waiting for him to turn from gray to green.



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