Sometimes making amends to someone you did wrong, is moving on.

And hating someone so much, isn't letting go.
I hope you really let go,  because I'm moving on.

Looking for a reason we stopped knowing one another?
Ask me my Zodiac, use it as an excuse as to why we didn't make it.

Search my writings for that love you so dearly and desperately desired, instead of me telling you I never got the chance.

Listen to that horoscope instead of just listening to me, it'll tell you what happened.

I'm ungrateful of your presence, I leave an open spot on the outside of my heart, under my shoe, left behind in the burning asphalt that is your hell.
Burn in the sun.

I wish to see you one day, full of happiness, and not a single regret in your smile.
Being unnoticed, I would leave that memory of you behind like a flower I never picked.

Can you hate me now, and forever more?
Will you let me be, in agony. Without you?
I say no, never now, nor ever.

Tattered and bruised, feeling used.
Let the dust settle, and wonder where I am, where you last left me. Kept me in the dark long enough for me to understand that I don't need the light. The dust has sealed tight upon my skin.

Yet again, I feel the doubt filling in my pigments.
Are you different?
Forgiveness is something I've longed for, what right do I have to strip it from you.
Am I different?
How many times must I forgive you?
Am I truly deserving of that forgiveness as you are? Are we the same?