and i used to think that 5 years from now,
we would have still been together,
that i would wake up to your messy bed head at 8 a.m.
and that my apartment would be filled with pictures of us
that breakfast at 2 a.m might be the normal for us
and like my sister said funny sad
movies about love on lazy saturday nights
would still be our "thing"
but after all, we are strangers now, aren't we?
and it is not your hand i hold anymore
and my apartment is filled with pictures
of memories made with someone much more worthy
much more amazing
but much less willing to love me back.

you run across my mind
at the worse possible times,
when my lips are on his,
you make my heart ache.

And i cannot stomach to say i do not love you because i do, i do, i do.

I don't remember
how your lips taste,
I don't remember
how your hand felt in mine anymore
I hardly remember the sound of your voice
but i remember the way your smile lit up the room
how your laugh was the best sound i ever heard
how it flowed so perfectly
i remember the way you hugged me
the way time seemed to stop
how i felt when you said you missed me
and to be honest,
even if you forgot me,
I don't think i could ever completely forget you.