The pain is in the exhale.
Releasing my love,You would not set free. The pain is in the inhale. Absorbing the new;the without you I didn’t want to know. The pain is in the effortit takes to go to sleep without the comfort of your arms and breath. The pain is in the struggleto put my feet on the floor;the next step in the marathon of my life without you. The pain is in the smile,hiding the scream and tears;proof that I’m not ok. The pain is in the lookyou failed to give me,when I walked away;the abruptness of you closing your heart to me. The pain is in the fearthat I’ll never love another, I loved you so well. Could I have been better?The pain is in the “you’ll be fine“‘sMy reluctant nod that I know is a lie. They do not understand.The pain is in the not knowing. Will you be okay without us?Either answer would break me. Either answer would make me cry. The pain is in the goodbye.
Releasing my love,You would not set free. The pain is in the inhale. Absorbing the new;the without you I didn’t want to know. The pain is in the effortit takes to go to sleep without the comfort of your arms and breath. The pain is in the struggleto put my feet on the floor;the next step in the marathon of my life without you. The pain is in the smile,hiding the scream and tears;proof that I’m not ok. The pain is in the lookyou failed to give me,when I walked away;the abruptness of you closing your heart to me. The pain is in the fearthat I’ll never love another, I loved you so well. Could I have been better?The pain is in the “you’ll be fine“‘sMy reluctant nod that I know is a lie. They do not understand.The pain is in the not knowing. Will you be okay without us?Either answer would break me. Either answer would make me cry. The pain is in the goodbye.
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