I put on my face.
I put on my pride.
I feel out of place.
I try to hide.

I put away the thoughts that were so great.
Because when I think of them I turn into a mess.
They make it so I cannot concentrate.
Being able to do all that I did would be so great I must confess.

I must toss away what was so beautiful.
For the longer I hold on prevents me from moving along.
To be friends could be something wonderful.
But to not be more feels so wrong.

I will move on and my life will begin to reset.
I will never fully recover from the first love I have ever known.
My heart will remain open with not one single regret.
For now I bid you farewell as I walk this path alone.