Broken Up

I miss you. I miss the way the corner of your lip quirks upward when you smile. I miss the way you hugged me when I cried. Heck, I even miss that stupid sweatshirt you always wore.

But none of this can fix what's going on between us. I have spent weeks poring over your photos on my phone, but that doesn't change the fact that my inbox remains empty. I have spent hours in my room, alone. I have cried until I ran out of tears and I just stared at the wall, feeling nothing. But that doesn't make you feel any closer.

I go through bouts of emotion. I hate you. I want nothing more than to burn your house down. I love you. I want nothing more than kiss you. I am better off without you. I am lost when you're not with me.

So yeah. I hate you. But I miss you, too.