I don't know what pains me the most
The fact that I can never be you
Or the fact that you'll never feel the same way that I do.
It makes me sad to reflect on it, which is why I decided never to tell you
Although I think my behaviour has already spoken for itself
That day when you happily told me all the good things that were happening in your life
And all I could think was, "Why didn't this happen to me too?".
Congratulations for making a new friend
For getting a new job and find someone to love
And above all, I congratulate you for having the ability to kill me every single time
When you appearing in my thoughts, on my networks or in my work
With your perfect, well-resolved life without any trauma to regret
Living each day intensely with no reason to look back.
Not even with twice my effort can I have half of what you have
I'm jealous of you and it hurts me enough to make me think that maybe I love you
Nobody would write such a long text about someone they hate, would they?
In a confusion of feelings my only certainness is
Every day I see you, I realise more and more my own emptiness.
