When it's been three years, after a real bad break up.
You think you would be over it, to empty out the hate cup.
You truly do believe that you can just forget it all.
That you can move on and never fall.
But then three years later to your surprise.
There's another man between her thighs.
And despite what you say.
It still hurts in that same way.
So I sit here and write it out.
I will not cry, nor scream, nor shout.
I'll just laugh at it all.
It's my seconds after all.
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
When it's been three years, after a real bad break up.
You think you would be over it, to empty out the hate cup.
You truly do believe that you can just forget it all.
That you can move on and never fall.
But then three years later to your surprise.
There's another man between her thighs.
And despite what you say.
It still hurts in that same way.
So I sit here and write it out.
I will not cry, nor scream, nor shout.
I'll just laugh at it all.
It's my seconds after all.