Weeks of cleaning and thrashing, Tedious task of desire squashing. I am chaste again changed too much The soft all gone, left rough to clutch Some memories won't go, The pain will heal slow. I promise to smile not plea Even drowning in despair filled sea. Once lured for company this route I was shown Don't feel bad, now, I like being alone. I remember nothing of love anymore, For I fail to remember was I even loved before?