The Last Time

The more ways you can say it,
the worse it sounds.
The more times I remember it,
the worse it rebounds.
It comes back and hit's me harder than before.
Knocks me off my feet. I still want more.
I hit the floor.
Still not enough to say I'm satisfied.
Still not enough to forget the way you replied.
Because you didn't.
Now it's over. No more pain.
But what have I gained?
Nothing.
A harsh word that means something.
Something so empty. Something so quiet.
But something so deep, it causes a mental riot.
It describes feelings in more ways than I can name,
but I'll just leave it as feeling "pain".
The breakup. The crash.
The setup. The last.
The last time.