for a moment
just for a night
i was living a dream.
my dream.
my. fucking. dream.
everything i wanted.
more than i could ever ask for.
god
why am i still writing about this.
i should just go ghost.
better yet,
i should just drop dead.
loving this memory will never bring it back.
now we argue.
we yell at each other.
the texts get short.
the conversations go cold.
i see you walk away more times than i see you come forward to me.
we used to be the best of friends.
told each other almost everything.
now i barely know who you are.
no one wins this time.
and if there is a victory,
of who forgets who first,
i don't ever want to win.
YOU ARE READING
looking through his glasses.
Poetrylove is a roller coaster of emotions. stay for the ride. sometimes it's worth it.
