Sense of the Senseless...

You can’t make sense of the senseless.
This grief leaves me vulnerable and defenseless.
Screw me for believing once more.
And screw you for leaving.

I no longer get excited because when I do something goes wrong.
So, the apathy I no longer fight.
Happiness is a foreign body inside me.
That my body fights off like a disease.

My mind is like a rocket that I don’t know how to bring back to Earth.
All I know is that it won’t be a soft landing back to the turf.
I’ve filled each and every sheet of my day planner.
I don’t have time for grief.

At the end of the day, I don’t think anyone understands.
But that’s okay.
I wish I could change this twist of cruel fate.
You went through something only few of us can relate.
I’m sorry it’s too late to say I love you.