Sour Grapes

I still remember every promise made. Every lie you told every lie I believed. Dropping old photos into the fire. Feeling a pain words can't explain. Sweeping away every memory we made. Picking up pieces of a broken heart. Wishing we had never mat. Wishing we never kissed. Wishing this pain would stop hurting. Trying to forget the love I once felt. So empty and numb inside. I use to love the taste of grapes. But now they leave a sour taste in my mouth. Now the grapes will always be sour.