they say it is better
to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all.
oh but I wonder,
do they know what it’s like?
do they know what it is,
to gaze upon empty spaces
yet still feel their presence,
the sudden anguish filling your gut like a poison
rotting you from the inside out?
do they know what it is,
to fall apart at the seams like a broken doll,
as something you did not know you needed
is slowly and agonisingly ripped from your hands?
do they know what it is,
to feel guilty each time you express joy,
the smile dying upon your lips?
(because how can one dare to be happy
when the other can no longer feel a thing)
do they know what it is,
to be forced to turn your face away from the sun,
tears streaming down your cheeks,
because its mere existence
reminds you of them?
do they know what it is,
to have to blind yourself from the world?
to want to gouge your own eyes out,
screaming and bloody,
because every single beautiful thing on this earth
is instead a painful memory
of what you could have been;
what nearly was,
and what can never be again
no, I don’t think they fucking know at all / e.r
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