It Hurt To Lose Them

Why does it still hurt? Why is it every time I hear from them, Or hear about them, I feel ripped inside? Was it really you I loved so much, And didn’t want to lose, Or was I in love with your family, Because they loved me too. How come when I look back, I was sadder to see them go in the end, And barely crushed I hadn’t heard from you, Numb from any pain you could have caused? Maybe, despite how much you broke me down, Your family built me up, They were always there, Because you never were. My heart to hearts were not with you, They were with your mom, your sister. While you were out being you, Doing only god knows. This sadness I feel deep inside, Is not because of what I miss of you, But not having them-I don’t get to keep them. I miss them. More than you know. You’ve moved on- and I am so glad for you, I’ve moved on, but I am alone. That doesn’t hurt. What does, Is the thought they’ll love her, Maybe more than they did me, And I would lose the one thing I did deserve, The one thing you couldn’t continue to give me, Love. Maybe I will continue to fade away into the past and I will only become, “remember her?”