I am aware,
That you are not.
That this pain, my pain,
Is not yours.

Never good
Or just not good enough
There was something to
Your eyes, in me,
never worth to be fond of.
I wonder why she was,
while I was not,
In a rare case where a ghost
defeats real flesh
Real lust.

Me, with real flaws
And real love, and really,
Really hurt
By the waltz of the past
You made me dance
Till my feet bled,
And my body ached,
And my soul was broken,
And my dignity.. left.

But I’m aware,
That you are certainly not
that this pain, my pain
Will never be yours.