She clung onto the piece of paper
that was signed with promises by you.
She thought if she could touch it,
she could feel your words were still true -
but it's just one more lie
which lives inside a box of cards
that used to mean everything to her.
She still picks up her pen for you,
trying to write through the tears,
trying desperately to reach you -
but you still never hear her cries.
Months have gone by,
and I realise it is now too late
to get back what has gone.
I am done thinking
that you ever cared about me at all,
and I accept you will never be back.
