I give up, completely and fully.
I expel, withdraw, and drop all thoughts of him.
Belittle him from my memory as has me from his heart.
But I can't help reflect as I dissolve from his core,
Minimizing 700 days of your magnitude.
I'm the magnanimous, hopeful fool who believed that he would either evaporate or metamorphose.
Though, neither has happened.
I unwillingly must judge all present, past, and future feelings towards him.
From the alluring curls of your mouth, to the moment you presented the words that changed my heart, to every lamentable cry that soaked my pillows, to our first embrace, as our lips held each others... to every burden I felt to the depths of my stomach, to every wasted moment, so many ****** moments that could have been spent on much better than him, and I'm stuck.
As always, waiting for the fight you'd make for me.
But the only one who is fighting the possibility of me giving up is, in fact, myself.
700 days waited and wasted, I expel all further fights.