you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

there are millions of flowers growing every year, but we're used to pull out their petals one by one, for we think that's the only way to know if someone cares about us.
and i was a sunflower, as yellow as the sun. you carelessly took my petals, not because you loved me and wondered if i felt the same way towards you, but because you **** beauty when you can't handle it.
that's your thing.

you and me not being together,
all the tears
and drunk messages;
you leaving me
and the way your lips
touched hers last week
(you don't know that i know,
but i do);

the fact that i would give you
another chance,
yet you won't ask for it;
craving your kisses, your perfume, your eyes,
your jokes, your compliments,
your messy hair,
your voice whispering
"i can't believe you're here";

getting sick over my broken heart,
knowing i don't have the right
to kiss you ever again
and that you won't sing
love songs to me
anymore

i don't like those things,
i don't, god, not at all,
but i still like you
and i don't know
how to move on

long days and endless nights
were spent wondering
what was going on

i wanted to believe everything was okay
i needed to believe in us

because you always told me everything was okay,
you said you would fight for me

i was a fool
and you were lying

so now I'm that girl,
the one trying to fix
her broken heart with cheap glue
because she thought she was with someone
who would take care of it,
so she didn't bother to buy
the materials she would need
to put the pieces back together

and i don't deserve any of this,
i know that,
i did nothing wrong

but tears won't stop falling,
and it is because all i can do right now
is think about the day we met
and how perfect it felt
when your lips touched mine for the first time,
even the day you tried to reach my hotel room at six am whilst being drunk has a spot on my mind

and our last kiss,
god, you wouldn't let me go,
we were saying goodbye,
but it was supposed
to be temporary

why did you have to hurt me
and make it permanent?