I used to be filled with rage Than sorrow Finally remorse But now I’m happy I’m happy for you You’re moving on And for a while I wasn’t Keeping a hold on you Not wanting to give up hope
Something happened Don’t ask me what But I’ve learned I’ve learned that you gave me, Something great Countless memories To keep in my pocket Taking them out on a rainy day
I don’t hate you I still love you Just not in the burning way
I’m happy for you For her And I’m happy for me You will always be a part of me A part of my poems But I will not think of you in sorrow It’s time to write happily
sorry for this bad writing, but I've need to write a poem about how I'm no longer going to write about him, about the things I hate. I want to write about the beautiful things in my life, and felt that I need a transition poem.