We’re taught to move on,
To be strong!
Shake it off, champ!
You’ll get ’em next time!
Except this isn’t a fucking baseball game is it?
These losses aren’t ephemeral,
And loving the ghost of someone,
Is like dragging a cinder block
Tied around your neck
Your delicate skin chafes, tears and bleeds,
And as you gag,
Perhaps you wish you’d find yourself
In a lake with that cinder block
Gurgling, staring eyes wide
At the block to do something!
Haven’t you loved it so?
Fade to black and remember
Your thankless love,
Remember how you held this torch,
And became a martyr for no one