In my hand is a journal full of memories;
Memories from when I first knew you,
And when I first loved you.
Memories of all the times we've had together.
In this journal are all my emotions,
Expressed using ink on paper.
From newfound love,
To true love,
And finally,
To heartbreak and loneliness.
This journal holds the pain:
The pain you gave me when you broke my heart.
It not only contains my pain,
But also my heart,
For my heart also holds all these emotions.
It also holds these memories.
It gets harder and harder every day
To look back on everything you've put me through,
Especially since you broke my heart.
In my hand is a journal,
Holding everything from my past
That has to do with you.
Now that you're gone,
I see no point of keeping it.
As I tear this journal in half,
The pain you caused me slides off the torn pages,
And you go with it.
