maybe I can fly

Loving you was her greatest mistake. Until she mentioned you, I never saw her even get close to shedding a tear, but once you came up in conversation it took all she could to hold them back. They welled up in her eyes threatening to overflow onto her cheeks, as if her lower eyelids couldn’t bear the weight of your broken promises. See, your leaving wasn’t the end of it. The physical scars are fading, but her memories of you stubbornly stick to the surface. She still says your name like you’re the reason she breathes in the first place. She gives advice to others, tells them to get back up after falling for the ones that hurt them, but she can’t seem to pick herself up off the ground. She tells me that she’s stopped believing in love, that she doesn’t think she’ll ever let another person have her heart and all I can do is try to help her understand that she hasn’t lost anything, even though when she was with you she felt like she had everything. People like you turn love into just another bullet to dodge. I can’t wait for the day you mean as little to her as she does to you. It may never come, after all, memories don’t just go away. But her understanding that she never needed you would be good enough for me.