A daisy in her hair

Is always preferred

To gold on her neck—

Diamonds & glitter

Can’t consume

What was never theirs—

Innocent Beauty.

Mostly my mind just wanders, searching savagely through the entirety of my memories, trying to remember what went wrong. When we stopped working. But, that’s the funny thing, my mind has seemingly held on only to the good parts. It’s held on to the sparkle in your eyes and the way your words glittered, and it’s hard to remember the terrible things you said, the hurtful things you did. But trust me, my heart could never forget.