• I feel drained,
    by your very presence.
    Being around you,
    makes me incomplete.
    When you leave,
    part of me goes with you.

    It hurts me,
    to even look at you.
    And much more,
    to speak with you.
    What hurts most,
    is not being with you.

    I am confused,
    as to why I care;
    But I do,
    with all my heart.

    I wrote this,
    to explain how I feel.