It's all gone

I still loathe your existence, but all while longing for your presence. Running around doing God knows what, when you should've been doing that with me. I miss your touch, I miss the flame, I burn inside, I still cry your name. Get over it, they cry, you're too good for him, it's been months, chin up; but they do not know, he's the only boy my young heart has ever loved. My plans, Our dreams, I built them up alone, what we were suppost to do, to be together, is now completely gone. Now what about our children, that I've dreamed up? While you wanted none of it, because you cannot grow up. My hatred and love, come off as bipolar it may seem, but whatever you do I know I still haunt your dreams.