It’s all so damn hard.
This love and loving,
Trust and trusting,
Believing somehow
You will not hurt me.
Damn it’s hard,
It’s to damn hard.
So impossibly hard
To Cling to the furry
To feel so safe,
When I was yelling
And screaming
Like some mad woman...
And now,
With the fury fading,
I don’t know why
I went insane.
Damn it’s hard.
It’s to damn hard.
And all that’s left
Is the ghost of you.
The all I dreamed for, misty,
Memory, ghost of you.
The you I didn’t get,
The love lost and hurt,
The fear it was my fault.
And as sad as I am,
And as sad as this always is,
The saddest part,
The saddest part of all,
The part I cry about,
Is that it doesn’t have to be.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-doesn-t-have-to-be/
