My heart matured into something complex.
More complex than you could never know.
You are still a kitten at heart,
and you wear your past on your shoulders
like the weight of a thousand broken dreams.
My past is nothing more than a faded memory.
A reminder at best.
You ask me to retrace those dreary steps of my past.
You ask me to return to you,
where I can stand by your side,
remembering those long forgotten days.
How can I move backward when
moving forward is the only thing I have ever known?
Look at where you are.
Look at where I am.
Remembering hurt while continuing to inflict pain
does not, and will not
get us to where we need to be.
You have a cheating heart,
and it will never
deserve this heart of a lion!