And what’s sad is that if you were to die tomorrow, I’d be there crying alongside your current girl. Crying just as hard, if not harder than her...this I proclaim as true, because, even though, I feel as if you’re partially dead to me already, unreachable, if you went forever you’d take all my crazy, half-dead hopes and dreams with you; as well as, numerous pieces of my heart.
Her pain would have absolutely nothing on mine because she’d had you, she’d had the time to experience you, but I... I’ve been left with the illusion of you, a cold bed, warmed by the delusion of you, lying next to me, when she had the real thing.
Or maybe she’ll hurt more because she’s unaccustomed to the nights full of emptiness and tears while she wishes you were beside her. Because she’s not familiar with reminiscing, tears dripping, standing over a basin of dirty dishes. Because the feeling of her heart being ripped out and stomped on repeatedly, daily is completely alien to her.
But she won’t see her hopes and dreams buried with your body. I will, and it’ll be as if you’re taking my soul.