it's one-sided, so I'll hide it.

We weren't

I loved you too quick that it hurts,
agonizingly slow I try to fall out of it.

Seeing you in a room full of people with an act of no memory of us.

It will always be painful,
to pretend as if the idea of us didn't exist.

I'd rather burn this with intoxication
than to be dizzy with thoughts of you.

You told me to let go of you,
but how can I when everything is you.

Let me let go of you,
let me learn to unlove you the way you expected me to.

Until then will my pain be in its full halt.