you don't belong here

this is his.

i don't get it really. i'm positive i am happier without him.

but i still remember the bad things. that should make me less sad. but even that's gone now. you're buzzing, creeping, popping up like a hornet on the blacktop in Feburary. you don't belong here, with me, anymore

i guess i remember the good, but not as much as the weird, the lacking, the absence of great things. i remember the ultimate things.

how can i purge you? you're no longer wanted. you're no longer welcome.

do i need to forgive you?
because that...
...is something i cannot do.