Invisible Sadness

I used to think that suffering was optional.

I swear; I really thought it was.

The way you did you and I did me

It never felt like our paths could set in.

So suddenly. So hard.

It hit me almost harder than the way I hit the ground

When I met you. When I felt you. When I loved you.

But now here I am. And now there you are.

You’re still doing you and I’m still doing me.

Isn’t it sad? The way we could never be.

Isn’t it sad? The way I will never stop this yearning.

Isn’t it sad? The way I’ll never learn.

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