Happy on the inside

Sad on the inside

Controlled sad

Not consuming me

Not emotionally debilitating.

 

Controlled;

Artificially for now

 

Ripped apart connection

Another scar to live with

 

Controlled sadness aches

A dull ache in the centre

of my being

A cure there is not

Only a control

 

The controlled sense of loss

The logic to recognise that

What’s been lost through this degree of hurt

Can never be recovered again

 

Controlled I live