When I thought of you
There was joy,
There was laughter,
There was love.
I thought of you
And I felt protected,
I felt safe.
I felt sure.
But she came along
And swept you off your feet
Pulled the rug out
From under mine.
Now you’re gone
And the shape of you
Holds no more love.
There’s only pain.
This pain festers into anger.
Into hate.
Into suffering.
And it’s killing me.
I can’t live like this.
So I’m a cutting a hole in my heart.
It has your shape.
And it has your judgment.
I can’t live like this.
So I’m cutting you out
To save myself.
Goodbye.