why do i love the suffering you put me through

Two strings
Pulled together
Stretched apart

No attachments
No obligations
Just free

But what happens when
One string starts to get
Attached?

I cried today,
at work,
in the bathroom,
alone.

I left early.
The thoughts,
the sorrow,
the pain.

I bawled in my car
silently,
as soon as I shut
the door.

The engine kicks,
and you
move
on.

maybe if i close my eyes long enough the night will steal your name from my mind and at last, put me to ease

plunged head over heels
down your gently sloped nature
for you i did fall

Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!

For love of you, the air, it hurts,
and my heart,
and my hat, they hurt me.

Who would buy it from me,
this ribbon I am holding,
and this sadness of cotton,
white, for making hankerchiefs with?

Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!