METANOIA; poetry.

one

You haven't only broken my heart,

you've broken

every

single

piece

of me.

I tried to forget your hands,

but I can still see your fingerprints

anywhere;

I tried to forget your promises,

but they're written

all over my skin;

I tried to forget the color of your eyes,

but everytime I look up at the sky,

it's always there,

staring down at me;

I tried to forget the way

that you used to move your lips

when you talked,

but I think it has became

an habit of mine now;

I tried to forget you,

your completely self,

even your most insignificant freckle.

Oh, I have tried.

But how can I -

if even in the silence

I can hear your voice?

If even in the dark

I can see your silhouette?

If even when I'm with someone else,

you are still there,

in the back of my mind,

talking about your ambitions

and your ugliest fears?

How can I forget you -

If you are

every

single

thing

I want to remember?