I love you, no, she did and the saddest thing is, that you will never now how perfect you were to her
You stepped in as an iridescent being One impossible to compare the one to whom she would have gave it all even the things you're not supposed to give
because you touched parts of her that didn't belong to her body and she loved you and she did it with madness and she wanted to be happy even though she knew you weren't completely real
because you wanted her even more that how she wanted you and these days even when you do not speak anymore she wonders how you are and where you are
Because she remembers clearly the last time you both spoke it all was as flawless as the golden number
and she didn't understand until now the reason why when she told you "goodnight" you repplied "goodbye"
and she looked for the photographs of the old you and she wept while she saw them and since she still loved you she was paralyzed by your memories
later she recalled in the midst of her laugh that she wanted to tell you all of these and she was sad again
and even when the sun was up for you she hoped you would remember her she hoped that you would remember that you once wanted to stay that you learned how to love her and that you desired her
and she used to miss you so bad so bad it hurted her
but she never felt that you missed her back and after a while she stopped missing you too
But I sincerely loved you Sorry, she did.
This was the poem I wrote when I felt like I was starting to forget.