Advised

These scars you left me with are here to stay.

For now, forever, for every bad day.

I don't want to feel this pain, no longer.

"I don't know why you try?" "I'm a goner."

"I don't want you back." "Get it through your head."

You lost the privilege to sleep in my bed.

Believe, and trust, or find a way.

Help yourself when he moves away.

When, if, I promise I don't hope.

He breaks your heart, your trust, don't mope.

"Find a way!" "Move on!" "Get a grip!"

Remember those lines in your script?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

When you're sitting there, decaying.

You'll message writing. "I'm sorry" or; "Hey."

Although, I'll be busy that day.

"I'm sorry, Bud." "I don't know where to start, old friend."

Knowing, it's indubitably your fault again.

When it happens to you, trust me, I can't, I won't;

give you advice. I'll say: "He doesn't want you." "He don't."

"He wants his future." "Never wanted your presence."

Losing your friend in a circumstance of seconds.

By: Victor Aguilar