Hassle

Love it slips away
From your fingers and
Now she's in love with someone else You're
Not sad at all though you think you should be
Still you do feel regret for
All the forgotten memories

She loves another You don't love her
That's all right, see that's not the problem
What the problem is is that the she you loved
Exists no longer but as a memory
The she before you is someone else
Like the flowing river you won't get her back

Where has she gone? The she who kissed you?
The she who made your life like hell?
The she who made you hate yourself?
But the she you loved regardless.
Where has it gone? The love between you?
Did it ever take fruit? Did you cherish it?
No. Plain and simple. You did not mesh.
But still you miss the memories.

You look at the moon and cry sometimes,
Invisible tears, for they don't exist,
You are sad, but what saddens you most,
Is that you're a lot less sadder than you feel you should be.

Does that mean that the love you felt meant nothing?
Does that mean your heart all that affection did waste? 
In the end everything so meaningless
In the end nothing even mattering, no?

No. I demand my grief be fuller.
O Pierrot, like you I wish to be 
Filled with unbridled melancholy.
I have loved, it shattered, let me have my sorrow
O Eros, Aphrodite, let me have my heart
Heavy, crushed beneath the weight
Of yesterday's nostalgia and the fear of tomorrow,
Let me be full of anger and/or hate,
And let my emotions tear me apart,
For I have loved, it's gone, let it go with a blast,
Anything is better than Apathy's emptiness,
Anything is better than ennui's distress,
Let not my woe like Crusoe be cast
To foreign lands, no, my love was real,
Now is no more, but what I feel
Now and what I felt then
Was something beautiful and true.
This not even my own depth less heart can rue.


I have loved and that is all.