*We had a past. We fell for each other,
but I moved on and you should too.*
As you said those words,
I stopped everything I was doing.
I had tears streaming down my face
and I didn't even notice.
Every word stung.
But instead of me moving on,
here I am writing poems
about you...
-S.S
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
Do you still like him? they ask.
I don't answer.
Not because i'm scared of them judging me,
but because I wasn't exactly sure.
Well do I?
I look for you in the large crowd.
You catch me glancing at you.
I immediately look away.
I feel my face getting hot.
My heart stops.
I look back up and I see you walking
towards her.
You give her the tightest hug.
You look at me then back at her.
You hug her again.
I walk away as fast as I can.
I find myself alone and I feel it.
I feel the ache in my chest.
Of course I still like you.
There never goes a day
when I don't think about you.
-S.S.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
*I still can't look at you without
hurting myself.
It hurts because every time I look at
you, you look happy.
I'm the one who left...
I should be the happy one.*
-S.S
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
I wish we could forget.
Forget all the things we never wanted to remember.
If the past is in the past, why do we still remember,
remember how it felt?
How it all felt.
One day we forget
but the next,
All of the feelings hit us again.
Every stab in the back and
every broken heart.
Why can't we forever forget?
- S.S.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC