How do you get over something like that?
I don’t know if you ever do.
You just learn to deal with it.
You split yourself in two.
There is one part of me
that rises above the pain,
understands and accepts,
and then there’s another,
the one that never forgets.
I split myself in two,
I live the me who is fun
and bury as deep as I can
the unforgiving one.
It isn’t a permanent solution,
nor as effective as it seems,
Buried demons linger and hover,
their playground are my dreams.
So no, I don’t know if you ever
get over something like that.
Some things are impossible to forget.
Some wounds never completely heal.
It’s not fair, but that’s the deal.