Not Then, Not Ever
I forgot your name and the memories that came with it.
I melted the plate that I etched your name in.
I buried my shell and I locked the coffin.
Replaced the pain with acceptance.
And I wasn’t in need of repentance.
Not then,
Not ever.
You only fucked me over cause I let you.
Sometimes cold is the only way to burn through.
I did things for you that no one will ever do.
Not then,
Not ever.
Truth be told,
It was always me.
To you I was just an accessory.
Hoisted me up like a sight to see.
Pretty soon I was just a vague memory.
Not then,
Not now.
It’s time for rebirth,
But the question is “how?”
3 words that sleep in the back of your mouth.
They’re tart then they’re sweet,
But you must spit them out:
“I’m over it.”
The past is behind our advances,
I’ll say it for closure,
No second chances.
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