Nothing in this room resembles you anymore.
Anything remnant of you has been put away, or forgotten...
You're out of my head, and in time, you'll be out of my heart.
I can barely visualize your face now.
I see the "you" I loved four years ago...not who you've unfortunately become in the present.
I'm certain I'd still look at you through rose-colored glasses, so it's necessary that I never lay eyes on you again.
I pray for the day that I can look at you without any of my blinders and see you for who you've truly become...or at least what you should be...someone who means nothing to me.
