One moment seems like forever when it happens

My stomach aches and I want to cry

I’ve no idea why

I don’t miss it

I don’t miss you

But I miss how I felt

I miss that I was so happy

I can see myself sitting and crying in the rain

It looks to appealing

I don’t really know why

I’m not sad

I’m happier than ever

I’m better than before

I am so happy

But I need to be sad

Even for just a minute

I made you a promise

But you were the one to break it

I promised to always love you

And you asked me not to

Even if you’d agreed to to at first

 

But what’s funny is that I don’t know who I’m writing about

You might be thinking of a particular person while reading this

But I’m not

I have no one to be mad at or bitter about

After long enough, scar tissue loses feeling

And it seems I have

Or at least I thought

My heart still aches to feel the way it did

I was so happy

But I need to be sad

Even just for a minute

Being sad is it’s own kind of therapy

I have the physical need to cry

And yet I have nothing to cry about

 

Isn’t that funny?