my heart hurts lesser today
and that is good;
perhaps it is starting to feel okay,
or in a better mood

my tears no longer wet my face,
and that is good;
perhaps I am in the right place,
or my mind finally understood
that recovery is not a race
and I should not be rushing
to get out of the wood

for you to write something
so beautiful and open,
how many times has your heart
been broken?

last night,
I dreamt of you;
in the dream,
we were holding hands
while walking down
the park we frequented,
we were laughing,
and your presence felt stronger
than the times
we were once together

and even in the dream,
I was well awake and aware;
that this is nothing more
than a dream

the love
that I've never
gotten from you,
is the kind of love
that I miss the most

Intoxicated,
With my ego inflated
Lights out, I'm faded.

My thoughts are clouded,
A blurry vision
What a lonely season.

I don't know why they say
"It's better to have loved and lost,
Than to have never loved at all."

All these emotions come at a cost,
The writing was always on the wall;
Long before I dropped the ball.

It was all more than I knew,
After all the chances I blew
I can't even remember to forget you.