Moving On
If I let myself remember the good times, I would surely crumbleIf I allow myself to remember how good you could make me feel, you would find me at your feetYou’re not good for me….I know that better than I know my own name…So why does it still hurt when we argue?Why do you still have this way of getting under my skin better than anyone else?What have you done to me?I was here when you weren’tI tried when you didn’tI sacrificed when you refusedAnd even now, all my efforts are spit back in my faceI used to be strong…..But you took my soulI used to be happy…….But you took my smileAnd now as I try to regain some semblance of a life, you refuse to let me have itI’ve…