it's time to forget about you
and keep you in the past

it's time to burn all the photographs
erase all the memories
cleanse my hands which you've held
and wash my cheeks which you've kissed

it's time to move on, you know?
quit following the paths we took walks on
stop hoping on all those future plans we made

but I'm afraid that I will burn my fingers trying to get rid of those photographs
and I will wipe out my brain cells trying to erase all our memories
I will be mortified to hold another hand and kiss another cheek

I will lose sense of direction forgetting about the paths we followed
and I will have no hope in any future at all

I thought that maybe forgetting about you would make my life easier

question: how hard could it possibly be?
answer: it would be harder than I thought

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my body is numb and my heart is sinking at the thought of...well...in 48 hours I will see you for the last time in a long time

my blood is rushing as I contemplate on whether to confess or just pretend that...well...what I've been feeling for the past 9 months without you never existed

and when I put myself in your shoes I know you'd tell me the truth about everything, but then I remember...well... I was never as brave as you in the first place

my mouth would freeze just at the sight of your eyes, sweets, because when I look in your eyes...well...there lies all our memories

"good night sweets
sweet dreams
dream big"
is what you said to me every night and it's only after almost a whole year without you I'm starting to realize...well...you didn't say it just to say it

and maybe I should've appreciated it before it disappeared just like everything and everyone else

oh sweets, come back and tell me things will be okay real soon.

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we were lost lovers
we were lost
and
we were lovers
people die everyday
and so does love
and maybe what we had
just wasn't meant to be alive

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