I would have done anything for you,
but that isn’t how I know that my love was pure.
The day I helped you get the girl you loved,
though it killed me to do so is how I know.
You and I may be history now and I’ve moved on,
but dark times are ahead of me and I may get lost.
It is at times like these when I recap on my feelings for you,
knowing I experienced love at its purest is my flashlight to make it out alive.
My heart is whole again with no thanks to you,
I’ve recovered from all you put me through.
I remember when you said to me ” Not now, give me time, give me till you’re 21.”,
Now I’m left with 21 scars reminding me of you.