You were so unstable,
You thought it was okay to walk in and out of my life whenever you pleased.
It was far from okay.
But I forgave you,
Time and time again,
Always told myself "this is the last time"
But who was I kidding?

You controlled when it was over,
You always did,
And in a sick and twisted way,
I think you always knew that.

I'm angry with you.
But I was raised to forgive and forget.
But you see,
It's easy to forgive,
Anyone can accept hollow apologies.

Forgetting?
Now that's the hard part,
Because forgetting means moving on.
That part,
Well it's almost impossible for most,
Because leaving that one person,
That one memory in the dust,
It holds a piece of you,
And if you can't live without that piece of you,
You're stuck.

I'm stuck.
And I'm angry with you.