What are my feelings?

I don't know.

Everything is numb,

Only eliciting a tingle,

At most.

 

Sadness is a lot easier,

Brought on at the drop of a hat,

While happiness...

I'm not really sure...

The last time I felt happy.

 

Yet, even the sadness is fading

Now that she's out of my life,

Not there to hurt me,

Or tell me my accidents are forgivable,

Or test my tears.

 

I loved her...

I still do,

But she was bad for me.

She wanted someone else

Who I could never be.

 

The tear stained nights are smaller,

Now that she's gone

And the happiness,

Well,

Maybe they can show me it.

 

Because they know who I am

And they accept me,

They want to help me,

Hug me,

Kiss me,

Fuck me,

Love me.

 

They want me.

 

So what are my feelings?

I don't know.

But I'm trying to figure them out,

Because while I am numb

They elicit a tingle.