the things that you (don't) say hurt me most of the time

i love you. i still love you. that's the problem. i want you to notice that I'm not around, but i don't just want you to notice, i want you to care. i know you can feel the tension. but why won't you say anything at all? do you hate me? couldn't you have the guts to tell me? if you actually hated me you would've actually cut contact,, I guess? so you don't? then what's up. it drives me insane. say something. anything. sometimes i feel an aching pain in my chest. are you thinking of me? do you remember I exist sometimes? it feels like you live in my head sometimes. i hate it. I want you out of my head forever, because i don't have a place in yours. I've always known this. 

if i could read your mind, and you could read mine, it'd all be okay

sometimes it felt like we could. 

can you read my mind again?

you don't care enough like to do so. it doesn't really hurt anymore. it just sucks.