Your presence burns bright in my memories long after we’ve parted ways,
and in spite of being pierced by your cruel words the same way you would see a sourdough bread be cut open,
my true opinion of you hasn’t changed.
Underneath the harshness lies a soft exterior,
one that can love and be loved, one that is kind and gentle,
for your sake (but mostly mine), I choose to remember you that way.
Call it delusion if it isn’t compassion, even I will never know.
So while you’ve villainized me and CTRL+X’ed everything we’ve ever had together,
I consciously choose to remember the good days with a smile instead of sorrow.
That being said, the grief you caused me does haunt me at night,
where in my dreams you take the form of a devil washed in red light.