The thought of someone else pronouncing your name,
all the o's and a's,
makes me sick to my stomach.
When did I fall this hard and sudden?

They say the past is in the past;
try saying that while reading his drafts.
Dusting memories brings people back,
particles are kisses, smiles and a track.

It brings no good,
it grants you a cold.
That 'cold' is nostalgia,
it swallows you whole.

They're out of your life,
by choice and by will,
they're not a priority,
don't torture yourself.

I know your soul's in pieces,
while hearing his soothing voice,
it used to be full of 'i love yous',
and promises he broke.

Don't torment yourself,
and search for old pictures,
don't wonder if how he says her name,
sounds as pretty as yours did.

Don't bring back his laugh,
and over-think your actions that night.
It's all over now,
try to sleep well, don't cry.

Quit writing about him,
it's better, I swear.
He didn't promise you forever,
so don't take yourself there.