They broke up
and the feeling I thought I would have,
Isn't the feeling I have now,
I thought I would be satisfied
I thought I would be happy.
But I’m not.
He comes to school,
All drugged up on meds (of course I’m one to talk)
And he has this fake smile on.
He has painted it on so often,
It has become a habit.
I no longer know if his smiles are real,
Like before.
When they were together,
His eyes were so full.
He finally had someone to hold near.
Someone to worry about night and day.
But they broke up.
And the feeling I have now
Isn’t the feeling I thought I would have,
It’s a feeling of guilt.
And I don’t know why.
