It's been almost two years since we spoke,
two years since the feelings were the strongest,
and you know...I had finally moved on.
I moved on from the delusion I put in my mind,
the phantasmagoric memories I decided to build into something more.

When I say I feel like words were spoken about me,
I don't know if that's a good thing or bad when it comes from you.

The fact that out of everyone around,
I happened to run into your acquaintances, and even worse, they ask me if I know you.

Cheeks red, I'm shocked.

Out of every person they could've asked about, it had to be you?
This was the very kind of conversation I was trying to avoid with anyone.

The conversation of you.

Out of every person they could've asked about, it had to be you?

You would think that this time has healed those wounds, in a sense that is true, but when someone taunts you by running the cold blade across your skin, you can't help but wince.

My skin aches a little now. While my heart is no longer yours anymore, and I mean I can't really ever say that it was, I pray yours actually is feeling something more in your relationship now than either of us ever did in "ours".

I have felt almost avoided, like your big ego has made the space in between us and now, your friends, distant.

No, my feelings for you are gone, but just hearing you name again makes my stomach churn for hours on end, just like it use to.

Why are you still in my life when I'm certain neither of us care anymore?

- Julia Aubrey Rhodes -