i had a plan to write you a poem with lyrics from phantom of the opera but after talking with you last night i realised
i need to let you go.
So this is it.
This is my attempt at moving on.
I will forget your lies. Forget the moments of bliss where you’d stop and stare. Try not to think of the love that shone through your beautiful eyes (windows to your beautiful soul) I’ll not think of the tender sighs, the sweet breaths, those words of sentiment and enchantment
I did learn to love you. You made me love you. And then you moved on.
It’s my turn now. Not even a week, but like you said.
“Don’t dwell on it.”
How could I not, when you were my first?
But I’ll try. For you. My red-head phantom. But most importantly?