I didn’t ask you to still care. I asked for the chance to let you go. I asked for the hope that one day I wouldn’t have you stuck there in my head but you know you are
                              And you know
                        And you know
And it makes it so hard. You knew how I was feeling. You could have left it there. Slowly I began healing but you keep coming back again.
              And again.

       And Again.

Stealing my peace with these wishes that one day, somehow, I will be with you,
content.