storm contained, sunshine boxed, freedom shackled.

Sometimes I know what I want to say to you if I had the chance. Other times it seems to slip through the chinks of my mind.

I don’t want to remember you anymore. Not when you don’t have to remember me.

I don’t want to feel like you’re missing.

You weren’t supposed to break through the wall I put up. You promised you wouldn’t leave, even though I told you we couldn’t make promises.

Fuck you.

You lied, even if you didn’t mean to.

Your promises didn’t mean anything in the end.

And, God help me…I love you.