i remember you in may when the flowers start to bloom.

there are pieces of you, scattered about my bedroom.

i remember you in winter, and how you hate your birthday.

i remember how your all your habits seemed to be here to stay.

is it just my theory that you choose to wipe memories?

i am happy, and i wonder if you care that i am.

cause i hope for happiness for you, in anyways i can.

we're long gone.

we really are strangers..

avoiding their world's clashing once more,

when before, it was land we craved to explore.

it's great to be free of you,

after all you put me through.

but i cant help myself,

you were one of the best books on my shelf.

and the worst hurt i ever felt.

so you will continue to inspire me,

and the lessons you taught will never cease to help me see.