Last Time, With Feeling.

I'm almost sure a piece died that day.
I don't want to try again, I don't think I'll settle
For less.
I don't think I've cried about it yet,
Might be why I'm so angry these days;
Can't come to terms with it.
If I accept it fully then I'll have to let go
And I don't want to let go. Not yet.
I've done a very good job of not telling
Anyone.
It's my little secret, and yours.
Unless you've told it all to someone.
Then, I suppose, it's just my secret.
I believe, that if you truly loved someone
Then you will always love them
No matter how much it hurts.
It was love, after all.
Something odd has happened,
I'm naturally very warm bodied,
I don't really get cold,
But since then I've been cold
All the time.
I get shivers and shakes.
Wrap up
Tight.
Oh,
And
I
Hate
My
Self.