I see little signs of you everywhere The candle still sitting in my car The initials of you and me carved into my wall The box of unused condoms under my bed And I laugh at myself and think Thank God I'm over you But I find it ironic That the candle meant to burn for you and me Was never lit That the knife that carved those initials Is the very same knife that carved 9 neat little lines into my wrist And that a box of unused condoms Means I didn't lose it to a dirty little whore Looking for a quick fix
Reason for writing:
I'm just sick and tired of all of the little reminders. As if I really want to remember that I was screwed over and hurt.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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