How am I?

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,


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