Closure

I hate being the 'incident' of your story Hate how you once made my heart beat so fast Hate how I get a reminder of you Now we're just strangers that sometimes walk past. A memory I can't erase Was getting dull with time Life was getting back to it's pace But a trigger by your sight, not my eye's crime. Applauds to the courage I didn't feel anything in Left the road you were taking Resisting the temptation of a possible sin. The need of journeying back in time Where your name stood unknown As an arrogant, aggressive guy Was what to me, was shown. I hate being the one left behind the door When you were the one knocking it first Hate the time I spent foolishly On you, now I just keep eyes on floor.