Pathetic

How sad
My pathetic little world
Torn by deceit
Burned by hatred
Diminished by love
But yet my soul jumps
At the very sight of you
So very wicked
So very wretched
What’s this hold
You have on me?
Stinging Pain
At The thought of your goodbye
How you leave me alone
Crying till the mildew comes
Dreaming of how you smell
Reminiscing on the taste
The taste that lives on your lips
I see your perfect face
So perfectly unperfect
But yet again
So very wicked
So very wretched
And still
I can’t seem to get over you
I'm scared
And I think I’ll never stop crying