I’d cry but I seem to have forgotten how to,

I’d whine but I don’t really see why,

I’d try to lock myself up, but I don’t feel the need to hide

Or go back in with my tail in between my legs.

It’s funny how we always forget our own advice.

I should feel like I have lost something,

The funny thing is I don’t really feel bad.

I’ve squeezed up my face so bad that if I don’t stop soon I’m going to start wrinkles sooner than I expected.

The sad part is that I only had a teardrop come out of it all.

I don’t feel defeated,

I feel free, free to do as I please.

Free to start all over again but with more experience.

My friends say I’m crazy others say I’m still in a state of shock.

I don’t feel that way at all.

I cracked up, I smiled, I got hurt, and now I’m back to laughing.

Relationships are funny.

I’m still trying to figure out why I got into one in the first place.

Well maybe it was that "it is better to have loved than not to have loved at all" crap I keep feeding myself.