I stayed for love then I left to live,
with few regrets and no ***** to give.
I buried you in my head to survive
but you’re not that easy to forget.
Why do you have to be the one part of me
that just won’t stay dead?
I loved you but it wasn’t enough.
And I’ve mourned you now more than long enough,
but still I bear the scars of your torment
and the cavern your hollow romance carved into my chest.
For every word of kindness, there’s a thousand doused in hate
and I promise to ignite them, if only you set the date.
Bring your pity, bring your caution,
bring whatever makes you feel safe,
but if it’s forgiveness that you’re after,
then I’m afraid you’re too late.