What they don't understand
About what happened
Is that
Every breath
Since he left
Is laborious.
Every day
That I live
Is victorious
Every guy
That I see
Is notorious
Because
Because he
Was inglorious.
What they don't understand
About him leaving
Is that
Every day
That goes by
Is upsetting
Every tear
That I cry
Is regretting
Every good
I would see
Is vanishing
Everything
I would trust
I'm not trusting.
Every good
Memory
I'm forgetting
Every pain
He caused me
Is confronting me
Face
To
Face
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC
What they don't understand
About what happened
Is that
Every breath
Since he left
Is laborious.
Every day
That I live
Is victorious
Every guy
That I see
Is notorious
Because
Because he
Was inglorious.
What they don't understand
About him leaving
Is that
Every day
That goes by
Is upsetting
Every tear
That I cry
Is regretting
Every good
I would see
Is vanishing
Everything
I would trust
I'm not trusting.
Every good
Memory
I'm forgetting
Every pain
He caused me
Is confronting me
Face
To
Face
The thing no one gets is that the second he left, he broke that precious thing inside me that hope that dared to hope that maybe-maybe there was some good in this world. But it's broken, now. Everywhere I go, all I see is bad, and I hate it. I'm not even angry at him. He broke me in ways that may never heal. But I guess that hope is still daring to hope that maybe he didn't mean it.
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