Isn't it Tragic?

My heart lay bleeding at my feet

I stare as you tear it apart.

I stagger back as you take your walk alone.

You say you're off balance,

So I go and the sides are even again.

You won't miss me when I'm gone.

You were my best friend and more.

I still want to be your friend, too.

But I need time to heal my heart.

You're not really gone, but to me you are and I miss you.

And I know you're not coming back.

So I'll see you around and we'll say hello.

I try, but can't put into words:

The sound of my heart shattering

The sight of the permanently gray skies etched into my mind

The feeling of your arms... I'll never feel again