To: (Alicia)
 

Good News:
You don't enter into my mind any more;
I no longer hate god, because of you;
Thoughts of you don't plague me at my job any more;
People I talk to don't think I'm crazy any more;
I no longer wake up, and puke, because of you;
My feelings for you are gone--and soon will be, forever;

(Bad News:)
You don't enter into my mind any more;
(Because there you never leave;)
I no longer hate god, because of you;
(Because I no longer e'en in him believe;)
Thoughts of you don't plague me at my job any more;
(Since I can no longer force myself to go;)
People I talk to don't think I'm crazy any more;
(Since I cannot now even say 'hello';)
I no longer wake up, and puke, because of you;
(Since I'm so disturbed, that sleep will never come,
And no longer do I eat;)
My feelings for you are gone--and soon will be, forever;
(Since, due to the pain, I have gone totally numb,
And soon, my death will be complete;)
 

Some people say that bad things (like clouds), come with
Silver linings, and (like storms), in
Spurts, with a rainbow of ease;

(I say they come with
You;

With you, and in

Parenthesis.)