How am I supposed to love you,
When you are a reminder of everything that came before;
The time when the horizon was a cage,
Far away but limiting still?
How am I to erase the scars,
When your nails-like-knives which lashed out,
To catch yourself at any cost from falling,
More times than your blades can count?
How am I supposed to forget you,
When the air without you,
Tastes only of,