Part of me will always think about you, wonder how you're holding up;
Part of me will always contemplate on who you've become, the person you ended up to be;
Part of me will always recall the certain smell of your sweater:
Peppermint and cough drops, blended with cigarette smoke;
And the way your eyes lit up when you smiled:
the little spark amalgamated within the light brown of your iris to form the twinkle;
Part of me will always look to the past and get lost in the memories:
the way you would hug me from behind and how you would join both your index and middle fingers to make that stupid-shaped heart I taught you;
Part of me will never let myself forget the hurt:
the way in which I was so blinded by what you wanted me to see, rather than see you for what you truly were;
Regardless, part of me will always care about you, hope that you're alright and doing well for yourself;
But absolutely no part of me would love you or could ever love you.
Not ever again.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 2:12 AM UTC
Part of me will always think about you, wonder how you're holding up;
Part of me will always contemplate on who you've become, the person you ended up to be;
Part of me will always recall the certain smell of your sweater:
Peppermint and cough drops, blended with cigarette smoke;
And the way your eyes lit up when you smiled:
the little spark amalgamated within the light brown of your iris to form the twinkle;
Part of me will always look to the past and get lost in the memories:
the way you would hug me from behind and how you would join both your index and middle fingers to make that stupid-shaped heart I taught you;
Part of me will never let myself forget the hurt:
the way in which I was so blinded by what you wanted me to see, rather than see you for what you truly were;
Regardless, part of me will always care about you, hope that you're alright and doing well for yourself;
But absolutely no part of me would love you or could ever love you.
Not ever again.
