Ripping down the photographs of us.
Don't need the memories.
Take them with you, as you walk out the door.
I know you are going to her.
I knew it when I felt you get out the bed this morning.
I let a single tear cascade down my cheek,
Quickly wiping it away as you leaned over me to kiss my head.
Every morning when you leave me to go to her,
I cry myself into a ball.
Ever since I found you leaving my arms to go to hers,
The tears just haven't stopped falling.
But letting you see them fall just proves I'm weak without you.
So I keep them inside until you leave me.
I hope you are happy.
I hope you know what you are doing,
I hope you think of me when you kiss her.
I hope you think of me when you hold her.
I hope you realize what you're losing.
I hope you understand I'm done crying over you.
Stay in her arms tonight, and the next night.
Because my arms are closed off to you.
And have found someone else to hold.
Someone who cares, and doesn't hurt me.
Be happy with the memories you have
Because more memories will not be created.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem