I wish I could say
I don't care anymore.
That I've moved on,
that I'm okay,
that you don't affect me
like you used to.
But that would be a lie.
Because I still care.
I still notice things,
still think about you,
still feel something
when your name comes up.
And I hate that.
I hate that you have
this kind of hold on me
even after leaving.