Do you call this empathetic?
Is your behavior showing any kind of empathy?
Did I hurt you this much
That you would act aloof, annoyed, frustrated
Angry, wounded, dismissive?
All of these emotions that spell
You fucking bitch - you hurt me
Now go away
I have a life to live
And it ain't got you in it
No, I don't want you to move here
I am not even sure I'll be here
I may be on tour
And no, you can't come with me
By the way
Sorry for feeling like I screwed you over
I feel horrible
I feel like I am a hypocrite
Get away you hurt me
I feel hurt
One entire month of feeling hurt
I've not even begun to process it all
Wow, didn't you tell me
You are pretty tenacious and don't easily let go?
Didn't you tell me I was worth the wait
And you didn't want me to be the one who got away?
Didn't you tell me we had something special?
Wow, how quickly that all left your system
Now, it feels like my I love you
Is but a gun to your head
And I am about to pull the trigger
The Damage is done you say
The Damage is done
Stuck on repeat
I don't want you to rectify it
I am trying to move on
I don't believe in patchwork
Wow, pride, is it?
I had no idea how much pride you have
I do feel screwed over a bit
Now that you mention it
I know I caused hurt
And for that I am wretchedly sorry
But why didn't you say something?
Like, I don't know:
I am hurt
Instead of evading it and instead asking
Is everything o.k., can I help?
I thought you were open about your feelings
Did I really twist your emotions around this much?
Is that why you yourself admitted
"I reacted harshly'
Yes, you did
Quite a bit harsh
And so here I am sitting
Unable to move off this stupid couch
Not able to contemplate going out
Facing the world
Not fucking in the mood
Patching the heart up
I am tired of performing Operation
I am tired of starting anew
My stomach is burning
Too much junk food will do that to you
I don't know where to turn to from here
I am stuck on a couch
Sorry for myself and the resolution I brought about
I looked at your page last night
Great that your hookers engaged in a fight
And that the only post that has to do with me
You reposted to poke fun at
Going out and being around tons of people
You don't seem to hurt at all
Do I want you to hurt more?
Well, it would be nice to know
That I was worth more than what I bore witness to
The last two times I saw you
Am I already peripheral dust?
Is that all I've become so quickly, so clearly?
Did my Desperate Act mean nothing?
Is there another woman already
To mark this departure with absolute finality?
All these notes, all these nights
Wow, I do feel screwed over
And it's an ugly, ugly feeling
Is my I love you a fraud
Because I am the only one out there
Feeling the fucking blow?
I may have to lay this matter to rest
It can't be real if only one person feels
And it sure hurts to see others
Who started their romance at the same time
Going strong and making plans for love in the future
I guess, these are the phases of grief
They are upon me
And it fucking well hurts
And I wish I could just toss this entire pain-tiered system out
I have had enough loss in recent years
I want out
How I wish I could be surprised for once
Not years too late
Like in his case
But with you
Right here, right now
Isn’t that what miracles are all about?