You wake up one day and you're hollow
And you realize you let your sweet one dig so deep up on your insides
You've come to the point where you might not even bother eating
Or sleeping
Or resting the unsettling mixture of hatred and disgusted were-once-love remainings

Because they won't settle
or let you sleep
or let you be quiet, peaceful or
feel
safe

     ironically the only
   thing
  you
ever
  asked of him.

You couldn't be happy with it if you tried a million years
But you don't have a million years, dearest
You have just this one life
And it sure as hell won't be waiting for you to realize it's the absolute wrongest thing to do,
It goes on
and on
and on
and on
and on
and on
and on...

And one day
You'll look back
And see the shadow of the were-once-love
And you'll know
just then
it never was.