The shirt who turned out unwanted,
The bracelet that you never wanted,
The love that kills you every summertime,
I scratched my wounded skin for you put lime.
I received the sixteenth mail you sent that day,
I laughed at your insincerity in the mid of May,
You came across the place we used to pray,
Your eyes met the list of debts, you need to pay.
I painted my own payback through my curses,
Wandered along our journey and stole purses,
I kept your lies inside them until they're rotten,
So, this is how it feels to be the unforgotten.
I scratched my nails through our reflection at the window pane,
You caused me doom, but time inflicted you with so much pain,
Bloody hands and broken heart against the hard walls
Silence to the once so-called loud melancholic walls.
A young ghost running to the front porch light,
You lost me forever, but I found my own sight,
I burned the purses, I watched your lies turned into ashes,
All fours to the ground, found the key from the bushes.
I closed the page long time ago with no tears left to cry,
I wrapped your barbed heart with warmth, so you won't die,
You learned grace and I learned to leave our loud and messy door,
Long I've known contentment, while you love the idea of wanting more.
