Look In My Wallet For My Goodbye
Things just get harder, and more uncomfortable, and more uncomfortable and harder. Nothing is getting easier, nothing is getting less painful, nothing is more simple to deal with.
This just gets more painful. Every day. Every time I see her. Every time I see her and her new happiness. The same happiness I gave her once. The happiness that she lost in me, that she's found in someone new. I see that, and the only thing holding back the tears are the feelings I still have, and my desire to not put more on her shoulders than is already there.
There is no remorse for what we lost in her, but there is in me. There Is In Me.
If your anger is a gift, what about your saddness? Your dispair?
I feel empty. And worse yet, helpless. Useless. Like nothing I can do or say will make any of this better. The pain will be there for many lonely nights to come, regardless of what I use to take my mind off of it. That cloud is hanging over me still, regardless of the smile on my face.
Don't say you're sorry. Don't say you wish you could help. Don't say you wish you were here to console me. You aren't sorry, it didn't happen to you. You can't help, only time heals wounds like these. Long times. You aren't here, and that makes all the difference.
"He who said 'it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all' has obviously never loved."
This just gets more painful. Every day. Every time I see her. Every time I see her and her new happiness. The same happiness I gave her once. The happiness that she lost in me, that she's found in someone new. I see that, and the only thing holding back the tears are the feelings I still have, and my desire to not put more on her shoulders than is already there.
There is no remorse for what we lost in her, but there is in me. There Is In Me.
If your anger is a gift, what about your saddness? Your dispair?
I feel empty. And worse yet, helpless. Useless. Like nothing I can do or say will make any of this better. The pain will be there for many lonely nights to come, regardless of what I use to take my mind off of it. That cloud is hanging over me still, regardless of the smile on my face.
Don't say you're sorry. Don't say you wish you could help. Don't say you wish you were here to console me. You aren't sorry, it didn't happen to you. You can't help, only time heals wounds like these. Long times. You aren't here, and that makes all the difference.
"He who said 'it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all' has obviously never loved."