Goddamn.
How it kills.
To see you.
Talk about, post, fall again in love
With another girl.
She isn't me.
It won't last.
When has it ever last?
But I want you happy.
I want nothing but good in your life.
I'll support you through the dark,
Help you find the light.
It kills though.
I can't look,
Because as I watch,
The heart that keeps you tethered--
But always hidden in the sidelines of your world,
I ache because it's like a tiny, slim blade
Is carving sketches of memories
And silence, into the organ in my chest.
Like a tattoo.
Because, I can't stop.
I try to move on, but the love is yours.
Yours alone.
And goddamn,
It kills.
You choose another girl over the one
Who truly loves you
With her soul.
