These tears sting like alcohol on fresh wounds. I'm tired of crying,  tired of it hurting.  I don't want to hear it gets better,  move on it's his loss.  Save the cliche rhetoric for another time,  tell me how the long the pain last, where to put the love. Tell me a method of hypnosis that I won't remember the existence of he in  this space.  Vulnerability is killing me slowly,  i promise you I can't breathe