The sting,
Its always there.hope
Will fail you.
Nothing is as good as you
Imagine it to be

They will leave you.broken
and grasping at thin air,
As you draw
A tortured breath in a murky
Puddle in a gutter
Time heals no wounds.

Its funny how those who you hurt
And who hurt you
Always.seem to bounce back
So much quicker than you do.