He Won

I love him, but I don't want to.
He's not willing to do what he needs to.
I'm pretty sure he doesn't care anyways.
He's not consumed by me or in a daze.

He doesn't think about me like I do him.
His heart doesn't hurt like mine, he wins.
He got away easily with no regrets.
He even kept my heart when he left.

Mine just as well as every other female.
How did I allow to be treated this way?
Why do I fall harder the more I fight?
The more I stay away, the more I miss.

I still feel you everywhere.
On my lips, my side, my heart.
Everywhere we've ever come in contact.
It's something I really didn't expect.

I'm so tired of this, can you quit?
It's harsh, but I don't want you to exist.
I can't take this pain, this confusion.
It's been over, where's the conclusion.