Losing you was blue

I was looking through some old photographs, 

the ones I've saved on the computer;

I deleted them all.

You might think I'm crazy,

and that I'm still resentful

You might wonder why I'm committed 

to erase every trace of you.

I was checking through your stuff:

the cards,

the books,

the handmade gifts,

all the things you once gave me.

I threw it away. All of it.

I wanted to keep them.

I truly did, 

I wanted to have them

Until they had lost their meaning

I just thought 

That, even if I get to the point

where I'm the happiest person 

and that I've already forgiven you,

I wouldn't want to remember

the time when you didn't love me right. 

Practicing my grammar here, don't be a bitch about it.