Glass still remains on the floor

From the fight from last night.

Remains of how things used to be are smashed,

Just like those great memories we once shared.

I never would have imagined that I could be this person,

Who is so weak and lost within the depths of someone else.

Who am I supposed to be? Where am I supposed to go?

I sweep up the memories of yesterday, surrounding myself in who I once was.

I look and see white roses, a sure sign of forgiveness and purity.

What is written on the card is the epicenter of everything that I am with him,

“Because I love you.”

And because I love myself, I will walk away.