And what do we do with these broken pieces now?

Staring at each other eye to eye but we don’t recognize who we are

Who we have become, the paralysing words that escape out mouths, no remorse, no hesitation.

Hurting me and I return the blow, the silence that follows is loud as the echoes from war.

This is what we bring out of each other, this is who we have become, we broke us.

I bring up the past, suddenly time stands still when you realise, I didn’t let it pass

You hit the wall in response,  I feel it shake, you ask why I make you this way? Why I never let it go

I am amazed at how you don’t feel the pain, I am amazed at how you can become this way, is this my fault?

Neither one of us is walking out because we don’t want to be with anyone else

But what do I do with these memories?  How do I undo what I have done when you broke me first?

It feels so heavy in your vicinity, I feel like I am losing my dignity

This forgiveness has become the death of me, this is not how love should feel