I don't think of you most days, but the days that I do are crippling. You have not left my head today, although i wish you would

the Novocaine wore off and everything hurts, for
this mockery of a hospital is breaking my bones and this mockery of a man is breaking my heart
I've dealt with not wanting to leave your bed
I've dealt with not being mentally capable of getting out of my bed
I've dealt with the weight of the world when I couldn't even lift the corners of my mouth
But I cannot handle the burden of this loss, the loss of everything you have taken from me
It would help if I could tell the next girl about the day that you will convince her that you're worth loving
There will be a day when she thinks the world ends at your passenger side door, she will believe that *** equals love and she will believe you when you say you love her

I want her to know she's wrong.