He dreamt of her, laughing through the sunshine of the day,
But woke up next to someone else...
He may have whispered sweet nothings as they slept,
Which were never heard...
The Emptiness, it has it's Place...
And what an Irony that is...
They'd laughed like mad children,
At the way that they'd know what each was thinking,
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But now the sounds that're heard are of intoxicated voices
Flush with lies and temporary meaning.
The heart wants, what it cannot have.
So i'm sorta reviving an old post (that I didn't post since I didn't wanna seem defeatist). And it's not really how i feel at this point. But it was/has been how i felt a few days ago...
I used to feel like less of a man, the morning after. Which is the exact opposite of how I should've felt. I guess it doesn't matter and I know it'll change.... when it does. There was a need to drift along in intoxicated spirits and cheer ... and there was a need to 'get on with it' and put life in place with sobriety (it a pattern!).
I know it's gonna be great again. There might be a little emptiness today, but it's a lot less than what i felt a few days ago. And it shall pass. Bit by bit. Mile by mile.
I do feel better already. Bring on life!
