Remember when I trusted you

Not to tell my secrets?

I certainly do.

So why did you use me?

 

Remember when we used to talk

And you insulted me so casually?

I remember too.

So why did your words hurt so bad?

 

Remember when you used to run from me,

Laughing at my sadness?

I remember what you did.

So why were you so intentionally merciless?

 

Remember when I made my own choices

And separated myself from your toxicity?

I still feel that triumph.

Why did you try to guilt me into staying?

 

Remember when I told you

That I'd had enough of your reign?

I feel almost guilty now.

Were you aware of the stress you caused me?

 

I know that it's been years

Since I last followed you blindly.

I'm well aware of this.

So why do I still remember you?