(These are just places to me now)
Gone are the days of yesterday, and the places we kissed and laid,
but our strained love could not remain, nor could our shame,
Was I the one to blame, and do you feel the same?
I still shake at the mention of your name,
these past letters are smeared with lipstick stains,
and these memories are transfixed within a picture frame.
You pushed me away when I was near,
but I loved you more than love allowed my dear.
Where do I go from here, and how long until i’m in the clear?