maybe we were meant to love and forget each other
maybe i was meant to keep fighting for you
to remember every feature about you.
everything that aggravated you
every flaw
your voice
your smile
your eyes
oh your eyes,
I could write novels about them.
i stay desiring you.
not exactly your body
but your presents.
but looks like i'm a little far to late.
you're starting to look at her the way you did at me.
and you know what hurts the most?
im the one that let you go
and honestly
its something i'll always regret.
-maybe one day i'll finally be able to forget about you.