do you think about me ever?
i think about you all the time
everyday—like it's what you want
i scratch your face out of my memories
and burn our pictures together
erasing everything we once were
in my hands
that's all i can do
rub the ashes between my fingers
breathing against my own will
wondering what never was
and what will never be
i toss it all because i know
when i lay in bed at night
even with my eyes softly shut
in the blooming darkness of loneliness
i'll see your face beneath my eyes
it's behind every genuine smile
that only lasts me a second
and i get cut short thinking
about everything forever again
YOU ARE READING
𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌
Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
