Disconnected?

To be honest with you, I've no idea what we are doing. Not that I'm not trying hard enough. I just don't get it. I don't understand why do we have to make each other so miserable to prove there is still some sort of connection between us. I look into your eyes and I see myself. And I'm so tired of it. Move on, get over me, leave me alone. I don't want you because I never wanted you at the first place. Don't come and offer yourself to me, I despite that. Wake up and go to someone else, let him touch you and absorb all your beauty and imperfection.

And yes, after all said and done you went back to him. And now I realize that every time I see your face... I know... that there's a part of me that can't bear to let you go.