Closure
I hate being the 'incident' of your story
Hate how you once made my heart beat so fast
Hate how I get a reminder of you
Now we're just strangers that sometimes walk past.
A memory I can't erase
Was getting dull with time
Life was getting back to it's pace
But a trigger by your sight, not my eye's crime.
Applauds to the courage
I didn't feel anything in
Left the road you were taking
Resisting the temptation of a possible sin.
The need of journeying back in time
Where your name stood unknown
As an arrogant, aggressive guy
Was what to me, was shown.
I hate being the one left behind the door
When you were the one knocking it first
Hate the time I spent foolishly
On you, now I just keep eyes on floor.
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