Old Habits Die Hard
I wanted to forget about everything;
the time you whispered I love you
while your hand was crawling up my skirt,
the shiver that followed your text
the next month stating you never cared about me.
I desperately needed to erase the memories;
the night I found out you slept with her,
my best friend, a week after you and I broke up,
the number of times I drunk drove after that,
not caring whether I lived, always hoping to die.
I couldn’t stand to think about it any longer;
the number of relationships I’ve ended
or not allowed to begin because of my love for you,
the times I’ve forgiven you for fucking me over,
for deceiving me to choose you, time and time again.
Let me go, so that I can let go.