I wish they weren't memories, that they never existed. That they weren't dreams that haunt me each night.
That they weren't thoughts that run around my mind each day.
I wish they weren't real because the more I think about them the more the heartbreak becomes real, the more my eyes start to water and my mind starts to  seek blame on my heart when it knows it wanted just as much as my heart wanted.
I wish I'd stop thinking, just for once, Because for once a day without you would heal what's left of me.
I wish I could forget every single touch that sent a fiery burn on my skin, that I'd forget the tingly kisses you trailed down my neck, the sound of your husky filled with lust voice.
The look you would give me as if trying to decipher me, the look that seemed to only belong to me. I wish they weren't real, that they never existed because I'm still hurt and I don't know how to move on.
How do I move on anyway? You refuse to return my heart back.