I’ll delete all your pictures.
Erase all our songs that I used for the mixed cd that you used to love.
I’ll take down the dumb poster you colored with care.
I’ll try to forget the taste of your lips, the smell of your perfume that lingered everywhere.
I hope when he holds you remember that you sincerely begged me to stay in that bed that you lay.
You told me that we’d never end up this way.
But you must of forgotten, or perhaps you never really did care.
I remember our first kiss and the one after that; I just never imagined that it would be our last.
I’ll lock away the memories between you and me…
I’ll try to be strong, since I’ve seemed to of lost my place.
All those late night convos don’t seem so long ago, but I’ve gotta let go.