A poem for Tash.

It's four in the morning,
And its cold as ice outside.
But nothing is as cold as my heart,
And how I feel inside.

I told you that I hated you,
And that isn't far from the truth.
And time can't change anything,
Especially how I feel inside.

We ended it to quickly,
And the rush has gone to my head.
Ended by a stupid move...
Which changed how we feel inside.

Why did it end so quickly?
And why does it feel so dry?
These moments are the ones I regret,
The ones that make me feel different inside.

Why did you do it?
If you new exactly how I feel?
We ruined something that was meant to be,
And we f**k the feelings up inside.

These feelings of hate that I hold inside,
Will haunt me for the rest of my days.
But just remember what you did,
Rejecting these feelings inside