A mighty pain to love it is,
And it’s a pain that pains to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain-
It is to love, but love in vain.
-Abraham Cowley
Remember all the promises made with laughter,The best of times,
Remember once the things you told me and how the tears ran from your eyes,
I just hate to see you cry.
Sometimes I wished we could be strangers so I wouldn’t feel your pain,
You could have said “WE could have done a better job” but you said me?
You never mean for it to hurt, it just always does.
The longer I didn’t cry, the worse I thought it would be when I finally did.
So I held on, pushed through to see my breaking point,
Wanted to see the limit of my love for you,
My love, our love;
Unrequited love.
All the things you said with your mouth,
Your actions denied.
You go out, make others feel loved yet you ignore the one that loves you,
I loved you, I really did,
With my heart, my soul and most of all- my body.
You looked the other way,
All the lonely nights I needed your warmth,
You comforted someone else.
I fell in love with you and I had no idea,
Until I stopped loving you,
Only then did I realize-
All the while I claimed to love you I wasn’t really in love with you.
I am no angel; I didn’t say I was,
But I never hurt you, all I did was love a confused man.
And now I see the pain behind your smile again,
I wish we could be strangers so I wouldn’t feel your pain,
Because I am out of comfort to give you
I am out of love to give you,
I am out of anything to give you.
I have nothing for you!
