Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.
Two years down the drain. Cool.
25 doesn’t suit you, but does anything anymore?
Leaving permanent scars on my heart,
making me believe that I was never that smart.
I gave you all I could
and even when it wasn’t enough,
I stayed tough.
I was too fat for you to meet my gaze,
so I have been skipping meals for days.
You think I’m too ambitious for my own good,
but you’re the one who sits like a rotting piece of wood.
You’ve become an empty memory to me.
Lock it away. Throw away the key.