Irony at it's best.
You used to make me so happy.
Now you just make me so sad.
I tear every now and then at the sight and thought of you.
It's the same thing all over again.
It's just so sad.

This, surely, is sadness. My chest
feeling as if it's under my kidney. It's not the same as emptiness.

Well hey. At least you still make me feel, like from the start. Just that it's a complete different feeling this time round. Ends of both worlds.

How could you not care about so much.