but I dont know where she goes.

She walks with me,
Down city streets and bright hallways.

But never in the dark.
She won't walk with me down my street.

She hides in the cars that pass by
Watching.
She is always watching.

Even though I've studied her face so thoroughly,
She never looks away from my eyes.

I think she might love me.

Because when I cry, she cries,
And she doesn't stop until I do.

Every day is longer,
yet I grow no stronger.
I just want to wander,
but I'm forced to squander
my time away.
Each passing day
there's more decay,
and whose to say
this won't be the end?
We can all pretend
that we don't comprehend
the position we're in.
We are so driven,
and we all have a vision,
but I'm stuck in my kitchen,
watching the world end.

I never thought I would be so happy to forget
all the time I spent fighting
when your grasp had already slipt
you gave up on me and I held on and on and on
until now

I stand on my own ground
I stand as who I am
and who I want to be
I stand as the girl
who forgot about you,
finally

I hope you are happy
with whoever it is now
But I strive to be happy
without a single soul around

I can't remember what movies we saw.
I can't remember which nights I lost in you.
I can't remember the shape of your jaw,
or what convinced me I loved you too.
I forgot about your birthday,
and on Valentine's, you didn't cross my mind.
it would have been a year in January,
but I forgot until almost nine.
the box in my closet has collected dust.
empty spraypaint cans starting to rust.
my bed smells like me again,
and less like us.

I think the more I forget,
and the more I live longer,
I'll search less for a duet,
and just learn to sing stronger.

he posted that picture
of that familiar place
don't overthink it
you drove past him
twice in one day
don't overthink it
he liked your post
after six months
don't overthink it

I am tired of feeling lost in you
I am tired of running back when you call
I am tired of never being enough
I am tired of being nothing to you and everything to your ego
I am tired of this bitter taste,
of your voice in my head when I can't sleep
of looking for signs of you on every street
of wishing I had been what you needed
because, you never saw me as anything more than a little girl with a lesson to be learned, and yourself as the perfect teacher.