I can't sit here and write pretty poems about losing you because the truth is that there's no polite way to write about this pain about the complete lack of pride it takes to try and pretend that this isn't happening to lie here and pretend that I can't feel you slipping through my fingers sliding away from my heart and out between my ribs I can feel this pain in every part of my body. this pain of losing you. but I will lie here and pretend that it isn't even happening at all.