The other side is always easier than mine

When it's morning, and I have a hangover post a night of drinking

I know you are better, fresh as a morning dew happy and beautiful

As I face the day in the void of you, and your embrace I seem to miss

You maybe are cuddled in the warmth of someone better

When the rains washed away my dreams, you found joys in a few

When I curled up and cried, you caressed another as a lover too 

If I do not exist in a plane, I know you would feel better maybe even thrive 

For I am only a bane of your existence, you were a boon for mine

When I sent my warm wishes, you rejected them with brutal cold

As I sought to console your pain, you stabbed the seams of my mending

When I silently caved and wilted, letting out no sound to be heard

You maybe craved the music of my heart that had bled

I hope the winds blow your way kindly, it doesn't seem so towards mine

Knowing that one end is always trouble, I know the other will be fine

It is how paradoxes are, one side a polar opposite of the other

I was reaching out in love, you were as always reacting in hatred