I was so mad
boy you could never know
how much it boiled my blood

Mad because that is what
they all said I should be
like anger was the cement foundation of recovery

Resentful of the things
that you knowingly put me through
but I was the fool, for trying to catch water in a net

Indifference is what I'm aiming for
though I will always swing one way
because I adore you, all your faults and perfections

Sad, is all I feel
though I fill my head so there is no room
for boxes marked 'memories'  beside your name

Till accustom I become
to hiding it all away
in places even I will no longer find them