Why does it hurt so much?
That picture with her small fingers wrapping around his arm.
The large gleeful smile spread across her lips
reflected in her eyes, shining happy.
I am well aware that things were doomed to end.
For such a long time now…
But I always hoped it would get better.
The pain and the scars erased away with better times.
But those times never came
and still I hoped.
Here now is the end of all that hope.
This picture accidentally stumbled upon.
With the happiness and smiles so apparent.
My heart it breaks a little
and I feel violent and angry.
But I only ever had a romantic view on how things should have been.
A hopeful wish only.
It still hurts.
Makes my blood boil.
I was always taught to make things work…
…that’s where I have to stop…
Was this the only way to make things work?
I clench my teeth.
Force a smile.
Put the image back down.
Maybe it was…
But the images of her so happy in his company
are branded onto my heart with arsine.