Friday, November 11, 2011

Clean Slate

I've twisted this around,
Every which possible way.
Wipe the slate clean,
There's no other way.
You want to be friends,
After being a pale memory.
Words could never erase,
All the crap I went through.
Pain evolved into anger,
Kept inside for far too long.
I buried you deep,
In the back of my mind.
Why did you have to resurface?
Wear apologies like a shield.
Are you afraid of me?
Of what I'll say?
I'm not that naive girl anymore,
I've grown from my mistakes.
My life stopped including you,
And it’s better that way.
I'm happy with my present,
And not even you can change that.

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