Misery Management

My pillow covers do not remain dry,

I haven't been feeling like myself for a while.

I cannot smile without tearing up inside,

it's been days since my heart hasn't cried.

I am so sick of staring up at the ceiling,

tired of always concealing my feelings.

But you gave something beautiful to me,

became my muse and turned my pain into poetry.

I am in a parallel universe,

with my thoughts; immersed.

Each of my poems calls out to you,

because you have broken me in two.

One half wants to let you go,

the other does not want to.

I am trying to find the pieces of my peace of mind,

but your name keeps pulling me behind.

I am looking forward to the day,

you transform into a burning memory.

This pain is killing me slowly,

but even death cannot act so cruelly.

I want it all to stop,

the ache, the agony, the discomfort.

But loving and hurting go side by side,

they torment you till your heart has died.