I walked past your house this morning and memories of us flooded my head. The window we snuck out of that warm summer night is still open and our names are still carved into your front door. I swear I almost knocked and asked why. Why you hated me with a burning passion, why you threw away our summer nights like one of your cigarettes. I wanted to ask why it was so hard to get over you, i wanted to ask if you felt pains in your sides every time we pass eachother in the corridor like nothing ever happened between us,I wanted to know if you can still listen to our song without screaming at the walls because God knows that I can't.I so almost knocked on your door so I could scream at you, scream at you for taking everything I was and tearing it into two, but I couldn't, because you can't speak to someone who took away everything that you were without even caring. So instead, I walked straight past your memory ridden house and pretended like I don't miss you, the same as I do everyday
