Behind Closed Doors

My memories,
My painful memories I've held for too long.
The scars that will always remind me of him.
His voice eatched in my ears forever.
I'll never forget.

When he finally left,
I ripped our pictures,
burned the poems I wrote him,
destroyed a journal we shared,
took his shirts, necklaces, rings, and bracelets
and packed everything into a white box.
With a sharpie I wrote everything
I felt towards him,
and everything I thought.
I hid the box somewhere out of my sight.

I've talked to him since,
I've seen his face and his new girlfriend.
I tell myself I'm better off without him.
He doesn't deserve me and never will.
Everything he has done to me,
Why should I even waste my time thinking about him?
He never loved me.

Sure there are days where I sit and wonder,
Why did he do that to me?
All I ever did was love him,
I gave him everything.
But then I look at the scars on my body,
I'm happier without him.

I remind myself
that there is someone out there
who will honestly love me with everything they have.
Someone who will treat me right.
I deserve better than that.
I deserve to be happy
and If I cling on to him,
that will never happen.

My closure is he doesn't know what he threw away.
He'll regret his abuse,
Karma always comes around.
If he ever tries to speak to me again
all I have to say is I'm over you.

One day I'm going to burn that box,
I just have to find it first.