Burden

I think I've been spoiled.
You were so perfect
that I can't even visualize
          I just can't picture
anything better
You always spoke of my perfection.
Well, I think my failing was
that I was never able to fully comprehend
yours           until it was taken from me

How can they try to make it feel better?
Consolation doesn't seem to work.

"The night is always darkest before the dawn,"
he quoted, staring at me meaningfully.
"I suppose,"
I said, staring at the floor blankly.
"But I can't imagine a dawn any brighter than her."

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How do you move on when everything
                              EVERYTHING
          is downhill,
          less than what you had before.

Right now, I can't do it.
Right now, I am immobile.
I'm like an animal with a broken leg:
I keep trying to stand up,
only to fall back down to the ground
                    in pain
          uncomprehending
why.
I just keep trying to stand up,
and keep falling back down, crying.
How many more times will I fall down
before I break something else?
Before I stop caring?

But who knows?
Maybe someday
          I'll pick myself up
          I'll go on, trying not to look back
                    in fear of killing myself
And I'll meet a girl,
I'll find that new dawn.
But I know
that anytime that dawn
shows any sign of imperfection,
I'll remember.
And I'll look back,
regret etched on my face
in a permanent tattoo.
This is what I bear.