With anger comes the boiling blood,
And stab wounds in the heart,
Sullen looks and such self-doubt,
For the fact that weíre apart.
With jealousy comes laser stares,
That burn through brick and steel,
That others spy with jolts of shock,
But you never seem to feel.
With want comes nights of constant pining,
For what I know canít be,
And extra care for perfect hair,
That you are yet to see.
With sadness comes the heaving sobs,
That wrack both body and mind,
And the wishing and the mourning,
The love for me you canít find.
With rejection comes a broken me,
A stark white flag held high,
And later thoughts of what could have been,
Courted by heavy sighs.
With loss of hope comes healing,
No more emotions share,
And forgetting all the Ďmomentsí,
That were never really there.
With moving on comes epiphanies,
Things I didnít notice in my haste,
And trying to remember,
What I liked about you in the first place.
With all of this comes forgetting,
The love I thought I knew,
And you shouldnít worry - itís much too late.
I will not miss you.