Years have passed, and I've burned many a thing.
Both from you and to you.
These years haven't been nearly long enough,
to heal from the pain you caused.
I'm better now, but still
There's a bitterness in my heart,
And there will never be enough
Letters to burn
Stories to tear
Gifts to toss away.
The memory of you stained my world.
And I can't seem to wash it all away.
No matter how many years pass,
no matter the ignored texts,
You're not going to be forgotten.
Which is nothing more than a painful curse.
The words you speak still don't mean a thing.
Forgiveness? Unlikely for now.
Not enough time has passed, for anything good
To ever come of us again.