Every time I tried to write you a letter,
The only words I could muster up was full of hatred,
Questioning our idea of “forever”
And who fell harder.

They said not to ask anymore questions,
Because it'll make me look weak.
If you love someone,
To set him free.

But does that mean,
To let myself caged in?
4 months later,
I'm the one still suffering.
Swore to myself to never let anyone in.
Bruised and beat up,
You still haunt me.