forgetting is one of the hardest things to do
when i feel like you've been burned into
the deepest,darkest parts of me;
the one's that cannot be touched by human hands
but only by the words and stolen looks.
i swear your words have never failed to make me smile;
the sweetness and sincerity poured out of so many messages.
i sometimes wonder if you even really meant them at all
who could forget the times you've touched my skin?
i know i can't; i've tried to wash you away so many times.
it was never anything intimate, but rather simplistic and genuine.
but now i hate the feeling of yearning for you
to simply hold my hand or hug me
for what seems like days
you're an image of pure bliss but you feel like hell.
and i want you so bad but not in any way
except for you to be mine to hold and to talk to
when it's one in the morning and we're struggling to stay awake.
that's what it used to be like
except now you have her
and i don't hear from you.
i'm stuck remembering everything that happened between us
and everything about you;
form the smell of your cologne, to the way your voice sounds,
to the way you used to make me feel.
i felt like i was actually worth being who i am
because someone excused my flaws.
i guess that's why it's so hard for me to let you go.
i used to love thinking of us because it never hurt this much.
but now the more i think of you, the more it hurts.
so all those late nights and endless conversations that haunt me
and probably mean nothing to you
make me wish i had nothing to remember
april 13th 2015
1031 pm