Feel my love

Why does it still hurt?

I'm always smiling, always happy.
Even now I'm getting smiles from another.
Warm embraces.
Gentle, learning kisses.
Little looks.

But just listening to a familiar song,
A sad song,
It reminds me of you.

And it hurts.

I really loved you.
I did.
And You said it to.
But then you said you lied.

How can you lie about something like that?

That's the most painful thing about it all.

I'd stop eating.
I'd wait outside in the rain.
I'd call and text you even if you didn't reply.

I done it.
I'd do it again.
Just so you know that I'm still here, that my feelings were real.

If you came to me now,
And said something was wrong,
I'd let you in,
I'd let you tell me what was wrong.

I would hold you close.
And as you held back,
You probably wouldn't notice me burying my nose in your neck,
Smelling in that scent that used to make me feel safe.
I loved it and when it went away, I forgot it.
But I can still remember the feeling it gave me to smell it.

It was like a drug.
Like a cat being stroked gently behind the ear,
Like slipping into bed after a long day.

There's nothing I wouldn't do,
Not to have you back,
Not to have you give me false hope,
But just to let you know,
To feel.

To know that the love I had for you,
I still very much have.
And always will.

But the winds of change of coming,
And you haven't even met the new me.
A pass on the street.

There's an old me definetely there.
But you still need to meet me.