Ashes

Was it fucking worth it? Now that all we had is lost, there are things I want to say to you, but fear the cost. With these ashes I have made, a solemn promise to myself; to never open up again so wide, I could have died. With hatred brings, a bitter pride. Living well is the best revenge. The olive branch has swayed, it falls to the fucking ground. Never go back, never turn back, to the pain of mistakes we’ve made, never go back. Was it fucking worth it? Still, all the pain remains. All with nothing to show, but awkward silence, and feigning violence. I’ve stopped my screaming, and I’m moving on; with nothing to stop me, but stupid time, and fucking lies. I’ll have my day, won’t be denied. I WILL NOT BE DENIED, I WILL HAVE MY DAY! BURN THAT BRIDGE!