The Beating Of My Cold Heart

You forget what people did and you forget what people said, but you never forget how they made you feel.

When someone treats you badly, you analyse it and make excuses for them.

Eventually you forget the situation, the reasons and the excuses.

All you are left with is how they made you feel.

Like nothing.

Like nobody.

You are left with the scars.

And all the love you once had for them has vanished and turned into something cold and unfeeling.

All has been forgiven yet...  the not so pretty scar remains and you ask yourself:

Who is this person to stay in my life?

Who has done me so much wrong, yet never tried to correct their actions?

Forgiveness is present, but what is forgiveness when things repeat themselves?

And you stare at me, wondering where all my love and warmth have gone, and I simply do not know anymore.

Maybe you now tread the exit of my heart, on a bitterly cold path.

And I am sorry for that.