Disappointment has a name, but I shall not be the one to name it.

It is his name, so dashing and musical and strong and so damn painful.
A name that short circuits my mind and shaves away the metal of
my heart. The reason for my walls and the reason for my day dreams and

the reason for my heartbreak.

So has heartbreak a name - that name is mine.
My name that wasn't enough and my name that
didn't catch his attention, and so my name is all I've

left to cling to.

[And darling, I now cling so desperately.]

And now I've put a name to the devil - that name is hers.

She is not Satan, but she is the evil that tempts me to jealousy
and hatred and she is the reason for my pain and it is because
of her that I am not, was not, never shall be

enough.

[Forget him forget him forget him forget him]

Don't I plead with my heart to?

Don't I wish I could?

Don't I?

Disappointment has a name [it is his, such a name, what a name,
what a boy, such a heart breaker,] and so does heartbreak and
now does the devil. But I'm finding that naming my pain does not

help to ease it.

Cheerful, no? I wrote it in ten minutes and I haven't bothered with proofing - I had to get it out there, because this is what everything lead to.

-Paris-