Its a awkward situation
Trying helplessly to take back words.
But here, she has given them to you
delivered in a bitter re-gift of sorts
your words
she once loved to hear
now rip her to shreds.
of course she would give them back
do you blame her?
who wants those kind of empty words, whose value was grossly mistaken, lying around?
frantically, you search for the fire escape.
so a razor is taken to the page
And i scream
don't you dare destroy that memory.
As much as your despise that proclamation of love you yourself once penned
To banish it from the earth would be cruel
Because once, it was true. it was pure. it was love.
perhaps only puppy love
but that still counts as a raw emotion
so why destroy a token of passion?
bury it in your closet
bury it in your heart
so when the right one comes around
you won't forget the feeling.
