The present only hurts when I think about the future,
the future that I thought about in the past.
Not my future, but our future in particular.
It hurts because I am finding out you wouldn't last.
I am mad because I went there, I went there in my head.
My reality got blurry, imagination jumped the gun.
Unfortunately, I picked the wrong present to look ahead.
I made up a love that hadn't even begun.
Moral of my story: to have a brighter future you must live in the now.
Don't ask me though, because I can't tell you how.