What Hurts Me the Most

What hurts me the most is you
my sight dies till we meet again
can't you hear me lately of my
jealousy from your blind heart
the best is yet to come as long as
you will shut my words
I will forgive you from my falling
tears over my sand coloured cheeks
the bird cannot live with damaged wings
as I am fighting hard to write with a broken
heart at midnight, next to the couples who
are drunk in love, while I'm drunk alone
the bones inside of my body cannot be cut
with knives of the fisherman and the witness
of your happiness that are now worth
nothing but yearnings from the days of fears
Friday night is the only time I smile
with friends singing only sad songs
drinking strong liquor just to forget that
we are the tears of ghosts from a novel