And yet here I sit writing about you again.

And yet here I sit crying over you again.

And yet here I sit insanely torturing myself again.

And yet here I sit reminiscing of the day I met you again.

And yet here I sit yearning for your company again.

And yet here I sit realizing, I was never enough for you again.

And yet here I sit knowing I have the inability to be loved again.

And yet here I sit, self loathing like I was only your stepping stone again.

And yet here I sit staring at old photos and text messages again.

And yet here I sit smiling, hoping we cross paths again.

And now here I stand, still loving you no less but feeling reborn again