~The sunshine pours through your window, the alarm sounds again, Wake up a new day, is about to begin, Go get ready and start to get dressed, his scent on your clothing your hair is a mess, pull on your sweater still his traces lie, look in the corner where his pictures you hide.

~You get in your car and drive to work, you pretend its ok, you pretend hes the Jerk, you act like nothing affects you anymore, like it was you who pushed him out the door. You treat it like it was no big deal, but its now about time that you finally get real.

~Because the truth is your lying and its your fault hes gone, its your fault its over, and the truth is youre wrong. You pushed him away when he wanted in; the happy is gone, now the pain will begin. The truth is you love him and you just dont know why, the truth is you lost him and its your turn to cry.

~But still you pretend thats its somebody else who has lost, you go around faking smiles but at what cost, each step is just a reminder of him, of the love you had and things you did. You walk alone pretending just not to care, but the truth is you wish he were there.

~And still you deny and still you lie. But now as you write this poem as you sit alone and cry. Why did I lose him, because I thought it was true, I thought I was fine and over you. But the truth is Im not, and I might never be, this is the truth to you from me.