I hope it hurts

I hope he knows how much I like him, how bad he hurt me. I hope that every day something reminds him of me, and that every day it eats away at him. I hope that it hurts. I hope that his friends ask about me, so that I never get far from his thoughts. I hope that when he lies down to sleep at night, he misses my presence, and wonders where I am and what I'm doing. And I hope it hurts. I hope that he rememebers all the great times, and regrets that they are through. I hope when he's alone, he recalls the bitter tears that streaked my face, and fell heavily upon his pillow. I hope he adds to them, and I hope it hurts. I hope that every time I'm around, he sees the pain that I can't hide. I hope he knows how desperately I want to hate him. I hope he knows I can't. And I hope it hurts. But mostly, I hope he'll change his mind, and want me once again.