i am not his responsibility.
i am supposed to be strong.
i am supposed to be self-loving, independent.
i am not supposed to need him,
to yearn for his honey drenched words to shower over me
until my tears have dried.
it is not fair that he is my drug,
that i am more addicted to him than i could ever be
to anything else.
it scares me just how much
i can't live without him.

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.