I didn't stomp on the grounds, nor did I spit on it.
What a waste of my good cells for such a godforsaken place.
The place where I got bruised and raped.
Where I got my first kiss and my heart broken.
I saw my handwriting on the wall that says: If its not that painful anymore -circa 1998
Even if its not painful, I'm surprised that it isn't, but I don't worship the grounds which you and I used to tromp upon, dear Captain.
I'm not in love with you anymore.
And if there's anything more hurtful than being reminded that I was, nothing will ever be.
