Glass still remains on the floor
From the fight from last night.
Remains of how things used to be are smashed,
Just like those great memories we once shared.
I never would have imagined that I could be this person,
Who is so weak and lost within the depths of someone else.
Who am I supposed to be? Where am I supposed to go?
I sweep up the memories of yesterday, surrounding myself in who I once was.
I look and see white roses, a sure sign of forgiveness and purity.
What is written on the card is the epicenter of everything that I am with him,
“Because I love you.”
And because I love myself, I will walk away.