I'm Not Mad

I’m not mad.
I never will be.
Sure, my heart’s crushed,
Shattered into millions of pieces,
Strewn about for all to see.
But I’m not mad.
I never will be.
I’ve seen the light,
I know we’re better off this way.
You’re healthier this way.
I’m comforted knowing you’re healthy.
So I’m not mad.
I never will be.
Do I wish we could still be friends?
Of course I do.
But you refuse to have it that way,
And I understand why.
Friendship is always difficult,
Especially with one so dear.
Souls rent asunder slowly recover.
The pain fades slowly,
The love is eternal.
And for that, I’m not mad.
I’ll never be spiteful.
But in another sense,
Maybe I am mad.
Mad for you.