You're with her now
And not with me.
Its fine, I cope, but miserably.

Its thoughts of you inside my head
While I lie alone in bed.
Longing, loneliness, and Love
As hopeful as a shot down dove.
But I don't die, Oh no, not I,
I stare and ache, refuse to cry.

Convinced I'm strong I bear the blow,
The bruising takes a while to show.
I'm lost and flailing, heart's a mess.
Hurts more and more,
Not less and less.