Fuck it.

He once told me i could write a poem about him.
He once told me i could achieve all things i wished.
He told me alot of things, he saide he'd never leave, and he'd never dissapoint me, but he proved himself a liar.
my love why did you go? why did you leave, as i sat there the dark? i am cold and afraid. I wish you hadn't left me. Every night when I dream, I dream of your face. I dream of the lies you told me, but in my drams, they werent lies.  I love you now, like I loved you then. We were only feshmen, we were only children, but you are the love of my life. This floor is so cold, my fingers grip each little bump as i run my hand across the floor. My wet hair soaking my T-shirt, as little water droplets smack the ground. I just stare at the fuzziness that apears when you simply stare, at nothing, that stare that you have in class, your looking at something, but you don't see it, i don't see the floor, i just stare, my head in my hands.
Fuck it, i think to myself, fuck this, your not worth the tears i shed, the pain i feel, the emptiness that exists in my chest, the dreams i give you at ngiht, the moments i think about you, your not worth this. I get up, feel the cold wood floor under my feet, and walk to the bedroom we used to share. I get dressed and i smile. I look in the mirror and smile the happiest smile i can, and i say quietly, fuck it. Fuck you.