A hasty retreat, a rejection so complete,
But my memory still
Fixates on the heat,
Of the moment that night.
I’m searching my mind,
Trying to find,
A place where
I don’t care.
But you’re right.
We weren’t meant to be
Because you aren’t who I thought you were.
You’re the enemy.
It’s so clear to some, but I refuse to se.
Now I must fight,
Against what is right.
Full-circle, back again
I’m in the hands of a friend.
I must not care, or we will go
Full-circle.
