Talking myself into being
okay with the vacant space between us
No words, nothing but empty lines
It used to be more, it used to be beautiful
A collection of memories
Ones they say last forever
But love, I don't believe it
The moments that seemed everlasting
slipped through the edges of my mind
leaving nothing but traces of dust,
Like they were never there in the first place
Traces of pretty times & pretty smiles
I miss those the most,
the days before I doubted and you drifted away
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC
Talking myself into being
okay with the vacant space between us
No words, nothing but empty lines
It used to be more, it used to be beautiful
A collection of memories
Ones they say last forever
But love, I don't believe it
The moments that seemed everlasting
slipped through the edges of my mind
leaving nothing but traces of dust,
Like they were never there in the first place
Traces of pretty times & pretty smiles
I miss those the most,
the days before I doubted and you drifted away
