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Today feels like the day he ripped your heart in two, yet you have no reason why. Today is merely a day when she's not there, and it tells you something that it feels as bad as Then. Today feels like the day you almost died.
The sun shines through the window onto your back, and you cannot understand why you are crying. On a scrap of paper you put down your most intimate thoughts, yet come to no conclusion. Sometimes, you suppose, there mustn't be a reason - or at least not one you would care to divulge, even to yourself.
Time presses on your shoulders, and you know you cannot sit here forever, that you must stand up and walk and be normal.
It's not like she's gone forever.
She's only gone for a day, or three.
But still you ache inside.
And you wonder why it is that when the rain poured your heart out earlier you were laughing, and why now, with the sun on your back, you are crumpled and crying. On reflection it must be that the weather ultimately plays no part in your moods; it's okay to be yourself around her, but in her absence your flaws come to an ugly light, in the sun, and you wonder whether, in fact, you are even worth the gift of life, for all the pain you seem to cause.
Today is the day when that which heals your soul is lost; therefore today is the day that you tore your heart apart.
The sun shines through the window onto your back, and you cannot understand why you are crying. On a scrap of paper you put down your most intimate thoughts, yet come to no conclusion. Sometimes, you suppose, there mustn't be a reason - or at least not one you would care to divulge, even to yourself.
Time presses on your shoulders, and you know you cannot sit here forever, that you must stand up and walk and be normal.
It's not like she's gone forever.
She's only gone for a day, or three.
But still you ache inside.
And you wonder why it is that when the rain poured your heart out earlier you were laughing, and why now, with the sun on your back, you are crumpled and crying. On reflection it must be that the weather ultimately plays no part in your moods; it's okay to be yourself around her, but in her absence your flaws come to an ugly light, in the sun, and you wonder whether, in fact, you are even worth the gift of life, for all the pain you seem to cause.
Today is the day when that which heals your soul is lost; therefore today is the day that you tore your heart apart.