You told me

You told me it's for the best. But you couldn't stop crying.

You told me life goes on. But you still haven't let go of the past.

You told me not to fight. But your knuckles are ready to punch.

You told me not to shout. But you've been screaming yourself hoarse.

You told me not to lie. But you have been lying to yourself all along.

You told me someday we'll meet again. But you have already decided to never look back again.

You told me you'd never break my heart. But you walked out the door with shattered pieces of it in your hand.

You told me to forget you. But you have my picture carved in your heart.