Isn't it funny we used to be eachothers safe space, almost like a home. We placed our memories in the halls of our minds and ran to each other's arms when we felt we needed light. Now we're like a haunted house we remember the memories, but a ghost lurks in the halls now. Sometimes, I want to reach out and tell you it doesn't matter what you did let's just be us again but then I remember how it felt to hear you say you never truly loved me and just used me to get ahead. I wish I could delete my minds memory bank. Highlight the times we held hands and got into trouble together, click file is in the trash. Maybe one day it won't hurt so bad or maybe I'm ment to always walk past that haunted house.















