Nothing

When I say nothing but scars are left I'm not saying it out of spite, believe me. I wish something good stayed, something I hold on to for the rest of my life saying, "I've tasted the ambrosia straight from the highest heights I won't settle for less". I wish the memories I have would keep me satisfied even in the times when you and I are just not meant to be. But all you left with me is a sharp sense of danger, a filter to see through empty promises, a burning scale to weigh a character and a veteran heart that's not swayed by soft eyes like yours.