going through old memories of you. all the time wasted saying "I love you" but never showing it. I'm sick of writing about you, but I can't get what we had off my mind. now that I seem to be doing just fine, you are quite the opposite. unfortunately, I haven't the time to care. you broke me to pieces but I've mended myself. all you seem to be able to do is shatter yourself until all that is left is the scattered memory of us. I haven't forgotten and neither have you. when I look into your soulless eyes, all see is the emptiness you have inside you. but now that I am just a ghost to you, I'll let you walk right through me. I don't miss you, not anymore. I just remember. so goodbye for good, you're done haunting me. now all you're left with is your own demons.
m.c.