Enough.

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.