It’s all so damn hard. <br />This love and loving, <br />Trust and trusting, <br />Believing somehow <br />You will not hurt me. <br /> <br />Damn it’s hard, <br />It’s to damn hard. <br /> <br />So impossibly hard <br />To Cling to the furry <br />To feel so safe, <br />When I was yelling <br />And screaming <br />Like some mad woman... <br />And now, <br />With the fury fading, <br />I don’t know why <br />I went insane. <br /> <br />Damn it’s hard. <br />It’s to damn hard. <br /> <br />And all that’s left <br />Is the ghost of you. <br />The all I dreamed for, misty, <br />Memory, ghost of you. <br />The you I didn’t get, <br />The love lost and hurt, <br />The fear it was my fault. <br /> <br />And as sad as I am, <br />And as sad as this always is, <br />The saddest part, <br />The saddest part of all, <br />The part I cry about, <br />Is that it doesn’t have to be.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-doesn-t-have-to-be/
