with time i lost the set notion of your deserving.
if you deserved my sadness and tears and screams
drenching your absence like acid.
but tonight it is strong and maybe i deserve this hell and maybe you don’t deserve my longing but
what’s done is done and
i still hurt.
i’d tell you to come home but i’ve torn it all down and there’s nothing left.
but anybody else isn’t you and deserving is a concept long lost.