I remember when we would fight,
night after night.
Saying mean things,
doing things that weren't right.
Spewing venom that was out of sight
Such a shame....
So ******* lame....
Got so bad, I wanted to be by myself.
Got so nasty, we were bad for each others health.
Ended up walking away, and becoming someone else.
Leaving the past in the past,
Treating the present as its wealth.
I don't rely on anyone, but myself
I might not be picture perfect,
But if ******* worth it.
You just don't deserve it.
The love was good until the real pain surfaced.
luckily, for me - everything that happens, has a purpose.