I remember it all,
who we used to be before you broke my heart.
I reminisce of the me
who breathed the same air as those who believed in love.
I recall the words you used to make promises you couldn’t keep,
and times I questioned myself to sleep.
I cast my mind to the faith I held
before I learnt to blaspheme my desire to be with someone.
I muse on the vows I made to myself,
that I’d give my all and you’d be the last
but despite the hurt I long not to be alone,
so to keep my vow,
I emphasize how I call you the last to break my heart.