You made her spiral,
She named it love.
She’s fond of the good days,
The moments where you
Were not a painful memory.

You did what you promised not to,
She forgave you
Before you apologized.
Why?
Why did she forgive you?

You are a language
She no longer speaks fluently.
She stumbles on your words,
Yet she can still read
The story of what was.

Afraid to be the one who remembers,
Afraid to be the one who forgets.
Why did we go through it all,
Only for it to end
Like it never meant a thing?

Why did you turn into a lesson,
A story she must tell myself
To avoid repeating?

The hurt fades,
She still feels it.
She was just hoping
You’d stay a little longer.