Yourself

A break-up before there even was a relationship

Regrets before you were able to build memories

The end, and it hadn’t even started

Longing when there was lust

Understanding when there was friendship

Tears when there should have been smiles

Chopin, when it should have been Handel

Insomnia instead of peaceful slumber

Smoking, yes, a lot of smoking even though you quit a year ago.

Drinking, too much of it, but it numbs you

The heart can only be mended so many times

before it gets irrevocably shattered

and you just have to live with splinters in your chest

and your stomach feels heavy because all the

butterflies that used to fly in it are dead

Your head is light, not from happiness,

but from the lack of life

You know the sun will rise again

and you know it could be worse

and you know all the other clichés

But the fact is, at this moment,

at this hour,

right now,

right here,

you don’t care about anything

and it feels good to feel sorry for yourself.

Grieve, let it all out

you owe it to yourself

you really do.
Because no one else

will do it for you.