You said
You said a lot of things
To keep me
To hurt me
To make me love you
To make me hate you
To make me pity you
I lost who I was, trying to piece you together. Whole.
Moving on doesnt mean I've forgotten
It doesnt erase what we had
One day It will hurt less when I remember
But Yes, I am happier an dironically, that kind of makes me sad
This poem is about:
Me