Will I ever stop feeling the backlash of the memories?
Is my heart ever going to recover from the pieces you've broken?
Moments of peace stolen by scattered thoughts.
Despising your existence would make me numb to the pain.
But my heart won't let me.
Even as I find a new happiness,
it remembers the things you've done.
Both good and bad.
I'd rather forget.
when I close my eyes our past creeps in.
I scream out my hurt, my anger, my shattered dreams.
I say that I hate you, that I wish I could hate you..
instead.. I feel the tears run down my cheeks, unchecked.
Not for myself but for what's been lost.
when you decided to leave,
did you even consider the cost?

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