i thought i deleted them all,
the pictures of you and me,
our memories,
i thought i erased them,
forgot them,
but there they are,
in front of me,
causing me more pain each second i look at them,
our smiles,
the way you look at me,
us,
now gone,
i thought i deleted them all,
the pictures that make me cry,
that pictures that make me feel alone,
1 year after,
and you still have the same affect you had on me from the start,
1 year,
and i still feel the same,
and what hurts the most,
is that you don't feel the same,
and i have to move on,
i gotta move on,
for myself,
to be happy again,
because holding on,
is doing nothing,
nothing but pain,
and loneliness,
and the dark nights,
and the bad days,
which happen way too often to tell apart from my good ones,
i thought i deleted them all,
i wish i never took them in the first place.