I’d like to say that I have moved on
and maybe I have
but forgetting you looks a lot like
the time you sent me home before running to catch the last bus;
I just kept looking back at you,
and right now,
I still am.

You keep on hurting me
             again
               and again
                 and again

Like we're on a roller-coaster ride
You're the loop and I'm the rider
Up, down, up, down
Down
down
down

I used to be scared of height
but now, even after the gravity pulled me down
I still enjoy our ride.