I wish you could understand these tears,
Feel them, but only for a second, no more.
For what a men do to their enemy is nothing compared to what a lover does to another.
Maybe, when this grief touches you, then you’ll know
What it’s been like
What you did to me
What you do to me
The dreams of you
The half blocked out thoughts
The suppressed memories
How this heart never gave up on love,
But your love gave it up
With such ease
Did you even pause before replacing it?
You moved on and time for me stood still
I wait for you still
The same place in all my dreams
In vain,
Hope dried up
Empty
But still trying to catch a whiff of your fragrance to fill me up again
Even if only for a fleeting moment
How can you not see? How can you not feel? How could you not care?
That I’m here
In a crowd, but alone
Alone without you
Broken
Shattered
Tattered
In ruins
In pieces
Will I ever see you again?
My heart is but a grave yard.
Will the dead ever rise again?
Will life flow once more so freely?
Will the sweet breeze not blow again?
Sweep this hurt away
Will it not bring with it sweet raindrops?
Oh how long I’ve waited for a change in seasons
How long I’ve waited.
A heart sedated.
From strong to weak,
From weak to numb,
Numb to helpless,
From helpless to hopeless,
And from hopeless to crushed
So here I am:
Weak,
Numb,
Helpless,
Hopeless,
Crushed.
If it was the seemingly invincible idealism that was unbearable, it is dead.
The apparently undying optimism that was distasteful, it has been buried.
Innumerable shortcomings repulsive, the hell I burn in.
The unconditional Love that wasn’t enough wanders
The distance that made it too tough, now is irretraceable.

Either way,
My point I guess is,
Yes, you made me bleed
You win,
I concede.
I concede.