forgetting you is,
remembering how much love i have in my heart for the things you expected me to hate
remembering that i shouldn't have to apologise for living
it's relearning how to trust people, cautiously
and okay,
listening to songs you loved still sometimes makes me shudder
i'm trying to be able to touch those scars without flinching,
you don't deserve my remembrance, my old reverence
of the way your words would frame things so pretty and sad
thing is,
you took so many things, and i trusted that you would hold them soft
i became a wall to lean on, tired and unacknowledged
feeling trapped in your love
being the last picked for your team was hard to swallow
oh,
i was never allowed my own vulnerability
everything was steeped in the shadows you cast
and these things were hurts that happen to other people
i wouldn't give any of it a name, but it had one
now,
i think about how avoidance became my favourite tactic
and how when i left, i still loved you
it's funny how we make excuses for people who don't deserve them
i understand better now, how deep this all was
in the end,
you ruined so many things, and left tattered so many stories
a one man war, against each person who cared too deeply
i hate the word victim, when all i know is survivors
you didn't break us wholly
but hey,
the conflict of my heart is settled now
i'm stronger for it, despite the devastation you left
my only regret is the length of time it took to put words to my anger
i could have covered the distance you put me at, even with blunted claws
and,
one day you'll be the most minor of footnotes in my story
a lesson i learned, and a mistake i won't dare make again
so thanks,
for nothing but that