I don't remember you.
I think I have it figured out.
Your name has no meaning to it anymore.
I can finally hear my playlist without thinking of you.
I can finally listen to the songs I once loved and not think of you.
I don't remember what you smell like.
I don't remember how your voice sounds.
I don't remember the stickers on the back of your car.
Heck, I don't even know what car you drive anymore.
I don't remember your favorite songs and whether or not they've changed.
I don't remember your parents names or their addresses.
I don't remember your street in which you've lived on most of your life.
I don't even remember your phone number.
I don't even know what you look like.
It's like you've been completely erased from my memory.
You cease to exist to me.
Gone was any and every trace of you.
I am finally free!
YOU ARE READING
Love hurts
PoetryNumerous poems about what love can do and how it hurts just as much. From ages 14-23
