Memories
Forever doesn't exist
Because when I stared into your eyes
I used to feel at home
You used to be that place for me
Your arms, my hearth.
Now all I’m left with is broken pictures stained with tears
Or recent memories of memories, no
You left me with nothing.
You left me with lingering conversations of what our kids names would be
Oliver or Grace
You took the memories of us together and drowned them with vodka.
Four years is nothing to me, a blink of an eye
For you, it's a battlefield of faithfulness and questions
I was willing to fight that battle, to crush the opposition
You, well in the end I realize that you had already given up
You’ve left me with memories, and nothing more.
I hate you for that.
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