I can feel the space behind my eyes

Pulsing with grief over years gone by

I never knew how much it hurt to say that I don't miss her

But every time I say her name, I can feel my throat blister

Why is it so hard to forget the past?

How long can regret and longing possibly last?

It seems like just yesterday I saw her fall to pieces at goodbye

Leaving me alone to forever question why

I know that, when together, we are caustic

Eroding away our lives outside

I believe in us, but I must be somewhat agnostic

Left not knowing if what I'm believing in are lies

At this point either way it's far too late

To try to mend the rips all down our seams

But sometimes I feel we could somehow reclaim the good times

If only in my own psychotic dreams.