Second Semester

Memories of the past
Flow back like a burst in a dam;
Picking up remnants of debris
And sweeping them away.

Seeing you kills me,
And when you talk about her,
I wish she felt the way I do…
Total misery.

You know the truth,
I never liked you to begin with;
Manipulated, I gave in to your will
And regret every moment of it.

But its a new semester now
and we're not going back.
I'm here to learn,
and not to be used for your pleasure.