Thrown at you, again

When we split, you took your world with you and I took mine.  And parts were intermingled and lost and changed along the way – the world I have now is not exactly the same as the one I had before you.  You have taken some things and some people from me and I can never get them back.  They were the people I mistakenly thought we shared – I was operating under this false pretense that our union was a union with them.  It was but it wasn’t – and just before you left, you lit me up, for one brief, beautiful moment, and little bits of my soul dripped away.  The wax of my life has grown cold and hardened, bitter little reminders of how wicked the past can be.  And it makes me sad, but I know that it is how things had to be.  I knew the risks and I knew the dangers but I ignored them and plunged in headfirst.  And now I am left feeling no regret, but only a bit of heartache, some anger, and a lot of nothingness.

It makes me wonder how I ever got up the courage to fall in love again.