memories of you on a summer day.

This time last year,

I was worried sick about your special day—

Hoping to see your smile lines grow wild on a summer day.

It felt like heaven’s gift just to see you,

To feel your warm touch.

I gave myself up for you.

I would’ve handed the stars as a present to you

But all that would’ve still not been enough.

If only you knew the weight I carried—

How your words pierced deep into my veins,

How I held back tears wrapped in silent shame.

I begged for your love in quiet groans,

Wishing you could hear beyond my perfect grins.



But it was all a fairytale.

The scars on my heart cut deep—

Deeper than the oceans' deep.

I still wish you understood.

I still wish you remembered my special day.

I wish I had meant more to you.

Maybe then, I would have stayed.

But I’m glad I flew away.

The Master says I am beautiful—

That I am meant for more.

I do not have to stay

Where I’m neither valued nor appreciated.

I am not a slave.

I am worth loving.

Like honey, I am the Master’s delight.

So I let the memories of you slip away like the wind.

Slowly, I let go of the bruise and pain,

All the wishes that never came true,

All faces of you.

I do not have to stay.

All the best to you,

On a summer day.

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