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Why does the weather create life?

Why does it go along with every feeling?

It is suppose to be summer,

But all sun and warmth is fleeing

Just like how after breaking up

With a distasteful, evil man

Should bring me joy and a bright future,

But instead I feel regret and sorrow more numerous than the sand.

I try to forget his loving ways,

Because he never truly loved me.

Just used me up and twisted my mind,

But I am addicted to this wretched love you see.

I want him now, I want him close

I want to hold his hand kiss his lips,

Talk about stupid things and have fun again.

Oh, but how terribly my world tips.

I miss him more than ever and can't move on.

Towards him I feel love and hate.

But how can possibly the two relate?

Oh, I am in such a reckless state!

He controls my heart which lays in his hand.

I obey his every demand.

Yet my soul says no.

I just can't let go.

Yes, I am obsessed.

All this has already been confessed.

But how can I still know what I should do,

Yet never follow the truth and come through?

I gave him too much of me that I want back.

My first kiss, hand. touch, love all wrapped and still in tact.

But nothing can he return.

This too late, I have learned.

So the days turn sour,

Because what I want is not in my power.

And I just keep playing his games,

The Hypnotist's of many fortune and fames...