I'm sweaty and flustered.
I can't control the panic in my palms.
Without you, I'm stuck in a constant push and pull with myself.
I try to forget but smells and places just remind me once again.
Imagine if you felt the same. Just a silly image I'm constantly clinging to.
I know you've forgotten and moved on. I wish you could know.
I've grown, learned and experienced my own truths.
We could be the image on silver screens.
But my screen is transparent as your words left me so.
Apologetically Naked.