you’re not fine and it’s fine

I thought I was done with you, but why does my heart still ache even after I have freed you from the cage? Why does my chest still hurt when I heard there’s a person hurting you? I know that someone. I know that she, she doesn’t picture the love I painted. You spit it out yourself, through that sincere lonely gaze of yours. Are you happy? Seeking for love and happiness from the one who calls you darling. How does it feel? Giving all you can give, ended up having none. Even warmth is not one, not a single one from the affection she can show. Are you happy now? Tell me you are and tell me that you’re not pretending to be happy. Tell me she does love you unconditionally the way I loved you. I’m sorry that I can hardly bare it if you are unhappy with your choice, when you were the happiness itself.