I wish that I could stop loving you so much.

I'm going to make something of myself...just to show you what I've become and what you missed out on.

I'm drinking wine, looking at pictures of you and I can't believe where we are.  We...who am I kidding...me.  There's no we.  There's only me.

It's all me.  And I wish I could wake up tomorrow and not care anymore.  Each day I'll get closer to not loving you and to start creating my reality from my dreams.

These love scars aren't fading.  But at least I'm alive enough to know I can make new scars and I'm something special.  Too bad you didn't think so.

You hope the wound heals but it never does, that's because you're at war with love.