I’ve forgiven myself. Forgive yourself, too.
Today, another part of me died.
The relationship ended, the feelings didn’t.
Six words ain’t enough to explain.
I’m probably not made for you.
Letting all go; wondering who’ll stay.
I remember him, not the feeling.
Slowly learning how to quit you.
I’m smiling because I still can.
Hearing your name is still heartbreaking.