Please.
Do not think you're special,
That I trusted you,
Just because I told you everything.
I thought I was never going to see you again.
I felt that my problems would leave when you did.
That is it.
That is why every time I see you,
I stare at my feet,
My heart races.
I am trying to forget who I was.
But as soon as I have just about gotten that out of my head,
You show up.
You plant that horrible seed of a memory right back into my brain.
You have done it so many times now,
That the memory is permanently etched into thoughts.
Thank you,
For making each day I wake up,
Harder than the last.