Sunday, November 22, 2015

When we were young...


Suitcase, band-aids,
pulling back out the driveway.
You go, I'll stay,
you can keep all the memories.
I thought I was the best thing that ever happened to you?
I thought you loved me the most?

I don't know why I cry,
but I think it's cause I remembered for the first time,
since I hated you that I used to love you.