I know it's been raining on you.

It's been pouring for a month now.
The way I felt driving away is haunting me.
The way you wiped my tears that last day and told me to just call you.
This love that was found is now shattered on the ground.
I look at the pieces every day thinking maybe I will find the right glue today..
or maybe.. it will find me.
Nothing has hurt more then that stupid four letter word. L.O.V.E.
"it is better to love then to never love."
Who the fuck said that anyways?
It's bullshit.
The pain of a broken heart is so unbearable that I would rather not allow love.

I want so badly to say that I hate you.
That I wish I never met you.
That you didn't make a huge dent in my heart, who I am, how I view life...

But the fucking problem is that all I think about is the next time we will talk.
If life has enough grace to shed on me to allow it.
So far love has only served me pain.
Night after night of haunting heartache.
Now I lie here drowning in tears and the memory of you..
A ghost.