It's been a year,
Since I spoke to you.
We were pretty well off,
You helped me through some things.
You brought me joy.
Lab room,
And messy hair,
That slanted walk you had.
Drawing notebook,
Or books.
Whichever you preferred that day.
Maybe I can't let go,
Or maybe I let go too fast.
I've moved on,
But then again I haven't.
Im climbing a mountain,
And sinking in water.
You attacked me,
Out of nowhere.
The pain and anger,
I kept to myself.
A little bottle of red,
Drifting, floating.
My little anchor.
You hurt me,
Softly,
You did.
Accusations without evidence,
Pain before truth.
I only hope that you've washed me away,
Dried me up,
Thrown me aside,
So it doesn't hurt anymore.
Because once upon a time,
You brought color to the night sky.
