I envy the pain that’s ached your life and has carved such beautiful scars.
I wish I could hurt as bad as you have.
To know the ripping contrast of emptiness and burning need
To be haunted by soft lips
To hear the echo of your name in her voice
Frozen at the smell of her perfume.
I wish I could have loved as you have loved
and etched memories in my depths and in my soul.
To know the anger of being forgotten and to tell her I have forgotten her too.
To tell her I don’t feel the pain she caused anymore because
I can’t remember the way we kissed or how it killed me every time.
I will never sing any language as eloquent as you
I can never hope to love a woman with your passion and vigor
All I can dream is that the pains I feel are deep
All I can ask is that when she leaves I’ll know a part of what you suffered.