I mostly think i've forgotten,
but then every now and then I find myself searching,
searching for you and reminiscing,
reminiscing because of the part of my life you were.
am I wrong to miss you?
truth is, i fucking hate you.
i fucking hate how you put no effort into it,
i tried, i really fucking tried.
and you just spat what we had right back into my face.
do I ever cross your mind?
ps. germany is really lovely.