My eyes dance across the page of words that you so hauntingly write, knowing that never again will such words be meant for me nor my sight,
The urge to reach out and talk to you is almost overwhelming. But I promised myself I wouldn't as I can see what I was becoming.
My toxic attachment to you must end, and the shell of a boy that I wore must be broken,
My toxic attachment to you must end, and the shell of a boy that I wore must be broken, My friend.
My toxic attachment to you must end, and the shell of a boy that I wore must be broken, My ex-friend?
I no longer know what you are to me anymore. But perhaps all I am is like what I am to you, an open sore.
Clinging to you in a childish reverie hoping that you could help me be what I want, but what I want is not what you need, as you need to be all you are.
My nemesis looks at me as I stand and stare at him in the mirror, my urge to reach for you now slowly fades away.
I hammer at the wall I've erected between us two, and sometimes wish it would go away.
The silence between us is oppressive and deafening at the same time, but this silence is something I need to learn to bear.
I fear for many things, but in the end I'll be okay, once I leave the old me back in the day,
The days that I said things I shouldn't say, and complicated what was once okay.
So now on this vow that I have made, reaching for you I have forbade.
Until I am but a fading memory that can stay, stay in the past back in those days.
Because I've learned that with all the things that I chose to say, I shouldn't have the gall to believe that I could be forgotten in a day.