my heart does not understand loss
or the idea of what's not yours;
it had only yearned for love,
not heartbreaks that dove;

torments itself with violence,
when memories unwind;
but suffers in silence,
and left sanity behind

oh, this heart of mine
someday you will learn
to somehow be fine;
but as for now,
love and treat yourself kind

when Wednesdays are here,
my love slowly disappear;
loneliness became what I fear,
when I no longer call you
my dear

perhaps after a year,
my mind will be in the clear,
my emotions, more sincere;
even if some days,
my feelings for you reappear,
I will be brave
and not shed a single tear