Dear kelly,
I hate our memoirs
Because the tears come easily
And again I break the promise
To my self
It's becoming a constant battle
Between remembering
And forgetting
Because every time I remember
I cry and cry
But if I forget I forget how to be happy
I tried recovering
I tried getting better
But somewhere along the line
These voices won't be quiet
Someday our memory
Will slowly fade
And someday my love
For you will go away
