Deseo que podría llenar mis ojos dolorosos del significado.

Don't send me pictures.
Don't say my name.
Don't start conversations with me.
And certainly don't play games.
I don't want to sound harsh
But, when you do these things
I feel the obligation to be nice.
All I want is to forget you
But some things I just won't let.
I can't delete your e-mails,
I can't throw away your pictures.
Everything that reminds me of you
Sits in a ratty old shoe box,
Underneath my bed.
I'm talking to you right now,
With debates in my mind.
I want to yell and scream at you,
And tell you exactly what I feel.
But even I don't know.
I certainly don't hate you.
I certainly don't love you.
I for sure miss you,
but I still do my best to forget.