Maybe it's how we know it,
Maybe forgetting someone isn't that hard.
Maybe being over someone is easy, after all.

Being busy all day, busy enough that our thoughts don't have time to disturb us.

Claim that everything is fine, that you did't think of him today, that you are cured of him.

Lie to yourself, until you start believing it.
Repeat that you deserve better, until you mean it.
Crawl back to him until the humiliation eats you from the inside and then cut any contact by fear of doing it again, again and again.
If that should have worked, that would have worked.

Maybe this is how we forget somebody.

here I am
ugly and weak
old and rotten
forgotten in my sleep
dreams are just whispers
nothing more than lies
darkness of the world
hidden in closed eyes
sometimes I find my pain
sometimes I scream a name
night after night I mourn the same

here I am
breathing the cold
as I numb my skin
there's a fire raging within
ashes fill my veins
and tears kiss my lips
as I wither in the thought of you being in arms of his

here I am
like I have always been
and there you are
a beautiful dream
sometimes I drown
sometimes I remember
you were here once
now it's another November
before the dead of December
bring me back to life

here I am
walking in circles
and seeking in the mirrors
of what fades with time
disappearing with all that was mine
no reflection shows your face
soon there will be no trace
of the place that rests just beyond the pines

here I am
still holding on to the pieces
as they cut me and scare me
and as I bleed the last of my emptiness
you will never find me

here
I am
there
I was
lost.

Rising slowly
Knowing the top means the end
Watching as others pass by
Feeling the excitement underneath

Expanding with pride
The elation reflecting on similar faces
Wondering just where I came from
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