I hate being in a heightened emotional state,
Be it from pain, or just anguish from all life's hate.
I hate feeling like I'm about to cry, especially when I do,
Mostly how when it's in the little things, that I cry at like I do.
"What are you crying at?" Your poems to me, don't you realise?
"Why are you crying at them?" Because they're all lies.
I wish they weren't, and I wish I could believe them, I do,
But "I'm going nowhere"? You proved that wrong, didn't you?
Jennifer, I tell you again, that I love you,
But it hurts that you treat me the way you do.
I know it's not your fault, and I know we're back together,
But we broke up, and that stuff just doesn't heal right over...