The way things age in my mind,

makes me think,

things were better than they were.

You made me laugh and my mind convincing me,

I was in love.

How our bodies were tangled together in knots,

thinking to myself

this is love.

We weren't good together,

and you knew that,

but kept me for yourself.

Isolating me, until I broke free and ran far away

never looking back.

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