Misery is like an aching twist in your gut
That wrenches your heart,
And cuts it like a knife
It makes your world gray, 
And your joys black
And whispers like the wind,
“You’ll never have him....”
Over and over in your mind,
Like a broken record.
It makes you moody and variable,
With feelings you can’t control,
That lash and cry out                 
“Help, Help me, please.....” 
And your heart aches, 
And wants to know love again.
But it is something you’ll never, ever have; 
The one you want is the one you cannot possess.
He doesn’t want you, 
Only someone else, 
Who doesn’t know about you, 
And doesn’t care
Because they alone are triumphant.
They alone have the prize. 
Then, the jealousy, in is green eyed rage
Lusts for blood, and wants what it cannot have, 
And searches for that alone. Only that alone. 
Because true love never dies, 
And desire grows by every lonely minute.
The price you pay for being lonely, 
Is being lonelier. 
Without him, there is nothing. 
He has it all. 
Love. 
Warmth. 
Happiness. 
Joys that you cannot begin to imagine.
You one had it. With him. 
And he still has it, only someone else  
Knows the joys that were once only for you. 
Yours alone. You possessed the world.
But misery comes with being lonely.
Dejected. 
Its the feeling of being left behind.
Is like being left outside,
In the middle of a downpour, 
A monsoon of sadness. It envelops your being,
Making happiness seem to be a unknown luxury 
That is foreign to your heart,as is love. 
And it is misery that makes every
Living moment without him seem 
Like a living, breathing,hell that entraps you,
And holds you back from everything,
and everyone you’ve ever wanted.

~Christina Woog 2/10/97