When you look at her,
I see the pain on your face
while she smiles, unaware,
of the hurt you can't erase.
And that's the worst part-
she doesn't hurt too.
She's moved on with her life
and doesn't think twice about you.
I know she consumes your mind,
every morning through night,
and I know you have tried
to free yourself from this mental fight.
Just that look can show so much,
I wish that I could wipe it away,
and change it to that look of love
instead of that look of dismay.