A wound that won't heal

My eyes are heavy yet another sleepless night,
The cold emptiness is now truly embedded in my heart.
For the arm that was drapped around me last night,
No longer comforts me.

I can't stand the morning and the anticipation of all things new,
Why can't the sun become a spotlight to shine on those who are happy?
To never feel the warmth of your breath on the back of my neck,
Is a pain too much to bear.

My anger proceeds to torture me,
Thoughts of what you could be up to.
For now I'm too scared to sleep,
For if I close my eyes I know I will see you.

I tire of hearing the sound of your answer machine,
Is it too much to ask for a reason why?
How confusing feelings are swinging from love to hate,
A love that will die in time.

My energy is drained I can fight no more,
My only friend the bottle begins to mock me.
For we are a tragedy - you are my Paris,
I am Achilles and you have mortally wounded me.

But mere mortal man - I refuse to tear my hair out,
For it is my pain that you want.
For here I sit alone staring at our wedding photos,
Your pure white silk and the vows that forever taunt.

So good luck and goodbye my love,
A love that no longer wishes to feel.
So please rub in the salt and the lemon too,
For you have made a wound that won't heal.