I think you changed when you fell in love
I think you lost some of your pain
I think you wore your pain like a badge of honour
I think you think it gave you strength
I think you hated her for making you happy
A sad young man is far more intriguing
Your poetry lost all of its sadness
You made do with smiles instead of weeping
I think you left her so you could wallow in regret
I think you clawed back some of your pain
I think you wore it like a blanket, like a shroud
I think you know it made you weak
I think your art may take a darker turn
I think that you might even sell a few originals
I think you’ll stop washing the paint from your hands
I think you’ll start smoking again
I think you’ll shout at your mother
You’ll say she does not understand
I think you’ll lay all of the blame with your father
You always do, every chance you ever get
I think you’ll live angry and alone
You’ll never love to the same extent of your soul
I think she’ll be okay, I think she’ll love again
Better than you
I think you changed when you fell in love
I think you lost some of your pain
I think you wore it like a badge of honour
I think you think it gave you strength