Do you even know it hurt?
Or how it broke my heart?
That I gave you my everything while you pushed us apart?
That for a month I said my thank you's
And with distain you did it once.
Like you couldn't stomach showing gratitude to the one you supposedly loved.

Do you even know it stung?
Or how it ripped at my spirit?
That you said you wanted my story yet at the end of it it grimaced?
With your face turned away in disgust
For cards delt different from your own;
Disgust born from intolerance of anything not 'status quo'.

Do you even know it hurt?
Or how it shredded my soul?
To know that you didn't love ME only the woman your mind could hold?
The woman who stood before you didn't match the picture in your head.
So you let disappointment and then disinterest guide you,
Until that's all I felt in the end.

So, did you know it hurt me?
Or how you made me feel unworthy?
Were you so caught up in you,
That I was someone you looked right though?
I suppose now it doesn't matter because I am a galaxy away.
Floating in the light of stars that I myself have made.