You told me to 'be happy'.
I responded, 'That's impossible.'
Well...
That's not a lie.
That's the truth.
Everyday, I have to see my one love,
I have to remember you don't love me,
I have to realize I still love you;
I have to deal with a thousand emotions,
Every one conflicting with the next.
Every day I cry,
But the crying doesn't help.
The crying makes it worse.
Everyday, it just gets worse.
That's one more day you don't love me.
I'm counting those days.
Every day hurts worse than the last.
Please don't ask me to be happy.
You're the reason I'm not.
You may not have meant to hurt me so bad,
But you did.
And I'm the one who has to deal with it:
The hurt.
the embarrassment.
The unwanted love.
The impossibility of happiness.
WOw that how I fell love so HARd but we all have to deal with it incredible poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just have to say that this captures how I've been feeling. Trying so hard to let go and move on. I do not see love as such a dispensable thing. Something to be cast off. Love is to be cherished.