I'm supposed to remember you,
To remember you as great,
As a good friend,
As a loving person,
As someone who felt.
But I don't.
I remember you as that girl,
The one who lied,
Lied and tortured me.
I don't want to weep for you,
Weeping like a 3 year old at naptime.
I want to not grieve,
Grieving would be a lie.
You don't deserve this,
A token of remembrance.
But I don't want them to remember wrongly.
To remember you as amazing,
Instead of awful.
Because you were horrid.
