So I write…

I wish I could cry away the sting
I feel within
when I think of you.
I wish I could rid myself
of every last drop
of sentiment wasted.
I wish I could act
like it didn’t bother me
that I am alone
and you are with her.
But I can’t…
I do not wish bad things,
but I am not sure I am a big enough person
to wish you well–
so I write.
I write away the feelings,
trying not to dwell,
but rather free my mind
knowing the paper
now holds the responsibility
of loving you
and my heart can rest again.