Never Got Me Anywhere

Perception of loss is relative.
A cause we all call our own.
We let it beat us down
thinking it can give the strength to live.

It clothes us in sweaty shawls
that give no warmth
but we fear nakedness
and shiver anyway.

To some it gives their life meaning,
or at least it becomes who they are.
They can sit in darkness for hours
finding new expressions for the love
they no longer receive.

They pretend in darkness that
whatever they lost can be had again.
They pretend to greater and greater depths
and forget about moving on.

You dream and
of all the reasons you decide are true
you forgive yourself for fucking up happiness,
and wake up next to nobody.

Of all the lusting after someone you lost,
It never gets you anywhere.