Why of all places
Must you go back to there?
Yes, we didn't end well
Yes, we haven't spoken
Yes, we still carry animosity
But why, did you have to go back?
Do our memories mean nothing?
Do our pictures together bring you pain?
Does the idea of that night make you cry
And shout and scream into your pillow?
Because it hurts me
Oh it hurts me so much
But that night meant everything to me
In that one night, I was happy
My dreams were alive and my soul was whole
I spent most of that night holding your hand
And staring into your eyes
Picturing our future and all of the other
Nights to come
That night, will forever be locked in my heart
Unfortunately, I wish it were the same for you
For it seems like you only wish
To forget it
Because you went back
And you tore our memory up
Burned it to ashes
And let the wind take it far away from you
Your pictures were the fatal blow
To the night I once loved
I just wish you would understand exactly what you did to me. Even if I were to explain using the very limits of my vocabulary, I don't think you'd get it. I do not need poetry or rhymes or anything else to just say: You hurt me. You hurt me bad. And for that, I will never forgive you.
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
