Jashiku

Sorry I'm Not Over It Forgive me for not letting this one go It's a little difficult to mend a hole in my chest-- no, a cavity where my heart had been violently, easily ripped out and stepped on thrown on the streets, and left for the dogs Forgive me for bringing that up once in a while It's only the first time I felt myself slowly burn from inside out, my ashes falling away from my fingers to reveal dry bone Who knows when I'll be over it when it becomes water under the bridge but for now let my bleeding clot and leave my five degree burns to recover