Upon hearing the bickering that you are back to your happy state
I do not know whether to feel full of joy or be filled with hate.
It stings to hear how well you are doing
but it's excruciating to see you with her, I'm barely coping.

The thought of you gladly doing everything for her and giving up the world
pierces like an epee, deep within my reach, so painful so bold!
Perhaps jealousy fills up my gauge of emotions
because I'd gladly give everything up for you without any hesitations

Ironic how I'm still here waiting and conflicting with myself
yet clearly how I feel and what I want is a selfish expression hidden in a bookshelf
Does it really matter what I think? Does it really matter how I feel?
When will I forget? When will I carry on, when will I heal?

Questions that remain to be unanswered leaving curious insights
I guess there's no point dwelling on regrets and mistakes and fights
All these emotions of different nature yonder on my brain
As I woke up and decided not to further give myself the strain

Yet another day ends and another chapter perseveres to be untold
all these will be nothing but notes left unanswered in my box of old
I click reset and whisper to myself gently, 'close thy eyes, tomorrow's a new day', or so I'm told.