Every morning I pay the price
I wake up and the dream I had of you and me
reminds me that you are living the perfect life
since you left me and walked away.
You held my hands and your touch made me feel
something shoot down from my heart to my toes.
Since you said you respected my decision I
couldn't let you go.

Every afternoon I am somewhere you're not.
This is a sign from God that
we are not a we.
These new girls in your life know I am nuts.
I walk by you laughing with them.
The pavement underneath my feet is as dark as my happiness;
losing you is losing color to paint my emotions.

Every night I look you up on Facebook the urge
to see your kind face in your pictures.
Your posts are liked by many of these women.
I assume you told them I was not just a date
but a waste of your precious time.
Once you said in a post you were taking a girl shooting at the range.

Everyday I remember when I said no,
it wouldn't be a good idea.
I would drop everything and breakdown.
Now the last thing you want is for me to fall into your arms.

Every evening when it's a weekend,
I know you're with another her.
I may be wrong, but chances are I'm right.
When you're with her,
take it with you.
Take the gun you were going to use when you
offered to take me to go
shooting.
My shoes are filled and so is your
heart.