¿Posible, no?

I woke up from the same nightmare,
twice.
The same fear,
the same tears.
I never knew it was possible.

Part of me died again,
to the same old song,
at the same old spot.
I never knew it was possible.

The heartache so consuming,
the promises so vivid.
I trusted, again.
I never knew it was possible.

The pain enduring,
lasting longer than it should.
Waking up in tears, again.
I never knew it was possible.

And I chose to love again,
through the rain,
through the darkest of days.
I never knew it was possible.

Or is it?