.ribcage/not a triumph

There’s no Triumph.
I’m making a note here: huge distress.
It’s hard to overstate my abjection.
There’s no defiance:
You do what you do because you can.
For the good of all of us
except the ones who are left.
But there’s no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying ’til you leave all the ache.
And our lives will go on, even if the did is done,
maybe some love is still alive.
I’m not even angry.
I’m being so sincere right now,
even though you broke my heart
and leaved me.
And rolled the dices
in a way i couldn’t design.
As you leaved it hurt because I was so happy with you!

…

Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer [NOT] to stay behind.
Maybe you’ll find someone else to love you.

…

Anyway, this ache ‘ill fade.
It’s so vicious and frosty…
Look at me still talking when there’s stuff to do
When I look out there i can’t see anything but you.
I’ve a life to run,
there’re much stuff to be done…
I’ll hope that love is still alive.
And believe me, I’m still alive.
I’m doing stuff and I’m still alive.
I’m not sarcastic, I’m still alive.
While you’re going I’ll be still alive.
And when you’re fine I’ll be still alive.

Still alive.

 

Still alive.