by, Cassandra

I won't regret the past,
because it's made me
who I am.

I won't mourn what I have lost,
because what I'll gain will
make it well worth the
pain in the end.

I won't forget the good,
because it's written on
my skin.

But I can't ignore the hurt,
when I know the memories
of what we used to be will
always be right in front of me.

(and I know if I try to hide away, pull away, mute the noise and try to ignore, I'll be labeled the hurtful one. When do I get to begin to try and heal?)