— and this is for those who do the walking —
there are infinite ways this story could go;
I choose this one, the one where my name dissolves away upon your tongue when you try to speak of me at parties or to your friends. The one where we don't say happy birthday or cheers to each other's new year. The one where we don't text each other when we're drunk, me mumbling I hate you into my pillow while you whisper how much you love me.
I choose this path and I will not look back
I can't.
I've worked far too hard to throw it all away.
I choose the one where you are forgettable and forgiven amongst other memories and moments that no longer swirl across my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
