With each passing day I love you less and forgive you more. With each passing day I miss you less and love me more. With each passing day I think about you less and appreciate myself more. With each passing day your face becomes a memory and I become what is important.
I wanted to drink from your cup your taste leaving me wanting more filling me up with thirst even when your cup was empty as always.
I wanted to play with fire knowing full well I would get burned but I played with it anyway and walked away with scabs all over my body and with a perpetually burnt heart.
I want to taste your nectar But I know if I do I would be stung Once again.