I see your smile and your laugh.
It hurts.
Every time I look your way,
it feels like a stab to the chest.
Is it an act? a play?
To make me feel the pain I put you through?
You moved on, rose above
but I'm still here, drowning in the repercussions of our actions,
of my actions.
I'm now just a distant memory to you,
Forgotten
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:36 AM UTC
I see your smile and your laugh.
It hurts.
Every time I look your way,
it feels like a stab to the chest.
Is it an act? a play?
To make me feel the pain I put you through?
You moved on, rose above
but I'm still here, drowning in the repercussions of our actions,
of my actions.
I'm now just a distant memory to you,
Forgotten
