Feel For Real

The pain I felt is not real,
The hurt I felt is mutual there,
Again and again I told myself,
I’m okay with that,
How can you cry about that?
Ways for me to live is crap,
Just relapse and cry about that.

You thinking make me wonder about that,
The only thing you could do is write,
Go on and write me, the letter,
Spell the words you can not speak,
Deliver the speech you can not receive,
Tare the book you can not buy.

That’s the only thing you can do,
Finally I got the damn news,
You could write a full page excuse.
Again and again,
I told myself I’m okay with that,
Even that’s a load of crap.

All I ever wanted was you to come back,
I know why you won’t come back,
I’ve been a bad tab, a back ache to be exact,
To me it makes me laugh, why after all that,
Am I more for you to have?
I don’t know how exactly that is.
Then again,
I’m not okay with that,
I must ambit; I was waiting to feel that.