What they would think

What would they think of me

If I told them I still loved you.

You were the scum of the earth

Hopeless, dangerous, worthless.

They would recoil.

I know...I've seen it.

And how it hurts me so.

Like a child, trying to move on

Past a childhood toy

I cling to you.

To the memory of you.

How many times

Have I tried to let go

Just to return

In mind...

In heart...

In spirit...

So many times.

Oh, how I wish what they thought

Didn't hurt me so.