You paint such a miserable picture like you had no hand on it. When you say you’re so happy that I’m gone, I feel sorry that your happiness is defined by my essence, still.
When your friends and family tell you about my life, I wonder why should it matter?
When your friends and family pit me against the person you’re with now, I don’t understand why it’s needed.
Why I’m a comparison to anything is belittling your capacity to make meaning of things. And to be honest, overstretching it. I shouldn’t be a part of your life anymore. Why drag my memory in?
Song for this feeling: Everglow by Coldplay