We had bad parting words in the morn.
No calls during the day, no messages.
No "what are you doing?"
None the less, no matter what words
were said between us to foul the day,
I thought of you all day long.
First with hurt, then with anger,
then came the sadness I dread,
about not being wanted by you anymore.
The day ended, and you came to me,
with a hint of a smile, asking If I was alright now.
I looked at you, not believing my ears.
Are you really still concerned about me?
As much as I wish it was true, I know better.
What do you want? Why do you torment me?
You say things to hurt, to make me feel small,
and sadly enough, it works.
You should be glad of your truimphs.
You will be rid of me, one day.
I will go away from here, and from you,
just the way you want everything to be.
Just so you can be free.
I hate this feeling inside, that you've left with me.
All this pain I can't get rid of, run from.
This will stay with me for a long time.
Just like you were with me for a long time.
The best parts of us are gone now,
never to be brought back from the dark.
Like the way I will always love you,
the best parts will always be sweet.
