How can this be?
I should hate you,
For leaving me.
And still I go on missing you.
Why must you hold the key?
You took it, made it your very own,
Then you kept it, even though you left me.
And now, I sit at home,
Missing you.
For now,
Forever,
For Always,
I will love you,
But I can only wonder what would have been...
And hate the thought of what will be.
Yuki Star Uzumaki
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-you-162/
