What is and was

There's a bump on my head where life tried to knock some sense into me; it failed.
There was a wound on my toe where I cut my nail too deep and it bled; it healed.

There's a stain on my countertop where you spilled some General Tso Chicken; it thickened into a sticky dark circle.
There were leftovers in the fridge that I thought I'd eat the next day; I devoured them when I returned home drunk.

There's despair and uncertainty about the future that I thought would diminish as time passed by; it grew.
There was hope in my heart that we could patch things up; it was false hope.

There's a void in my heart from when you left me standing all alone; it deepened.
There was the time she told me that life would get better and that true love awaited me; she lied.