I have stopped looking back.
I do not see a framed mirror anymore
That framed mirror that played back a video of my 11months memories with you.
It does not hurt that much anymore
It does not pained me when you don't text me anymore
Because I am moving forward
You are merely a glimpse from afar
Like a street lamp from 7 km away
A blob of light
Do not fret, however, for I will not have you erased from my memories
You left a mark on my beating heart.
Took a penknife and carved your name on it.
But I will move on.
I do not see a framed mirror anymore
That framed mirror that played back a video of my 11months memories with you.
It does not hurt that much anymore
It does not pained me when you don't text me anymore
Because I am moving forward
You are merely a glimpse from afar
Like a street lamp from 7 km away
A blob of light
Do not fret, however, for I will not have you erased from my memories
You left a mark on my beating heart.
Took a penknife and carved your name on it.
But I will move on.
