I thought it was nice
Not great
Not perfect
Not extraordinary
Just nice
Being loved by you was nice
Being a part of your world was nice
Though the tears you caused
Ruined my experience
I want to say our time together
Was one for the books
But the book was burned
In a fire of deceit
Its pages burned away
By your words filled with gasoline
But you can’t start a fire without a match
And our memories weren’t one to be remembered
So, I took the match and lit it
I watched my love for you burn in the flames of hate
I may have caused the fire
But you accelerated it
Though the books were badly damaged
Pieces still remained
So, I took those pieces and sent them to you
Because if anyone should be reminded of what we have
It should be the person who destroyed it