To the Lost Love

History runs deep, and it’s too late to rewrite We were gasoline soul mates — friction ignites. With persistent anger that destroys my virtue Sharpened tongue, time-thickened skin, it’s too hard to get through. Here she comes — it’s the devil in my throat again Out bubble hateful thoughts I wish I didn’t mean. My words flow like a faucet and they’re all in vain, it’s useless to think on how we both felt overseen. A third of our lives — was it futile or cherished? Time and tears wasted on a love set to perish A lover, a friend, and my worst enemy All the plans, all the goals — they’re left in history But to the eternal sunshine of my spotless mind, I look forward to a day when I can leave you behind