you forgot about me, and im trying to be okay with that

do you think its easy for me to see you when im out trying to buy enough food for the next week because im too upset to leave the house

or when i have to sprint past your window whilst im out for a walk to clear my head because im afraid ill catch a glimpse of what we could have had

if i didnt revolve my life around trying to avoid you at all costs, i would have to go through the pain of seeing your face for the first time since you left, your smile breaking what is left of my heart

inside though, i am certain i know what would hurt the most

its not the fact my eyes might lock with yours for a second longer than they should

or the fact i might see you with him, his hands around your neck where i invision mine to be every night before i go to sleep

but its the fact you wouldn't even recognise me anymore

you forgot about me, and im trying to be okay with that