loving him

I still love him, even though it hurts my soul aches for him even though the bridge has burned. I still think of him, even though I know there's no point in him coming back anymore. I still see him everywhere I look, I still hear him like the lines of a book. and I'm still picking up the pieces that he left behind when he couldn't decide what he would've wanted from life. I still curse him like it's the only thing I know that I hate him with my being with my whole soul. think of it like this, my dear our love was an illusion that i thought was real but it never even existed.