I need to separate all you gave me
From the traces of you in my mind.
When I look at the teddy bears,
I must stop picturing your arms around me,
Holding them, holding us.
When I catch a whiff of your cologne,
I need to stop turning,
Hoping it's you behind the scent.
When I drive by the places we used to go,
I must forget the sound of our laughter
Echoing in corners we made ours.
When I see old couples walking hand in hand,
I need to stop imagining
That could've been us—
It never will be.
But here's the million dollar question:
How?
Can I truly erase what's already written?
Can I pretend the memories don't matter
Because you left?
I wish I could,
But I can't.
I wish there was a way,
But these memories—
They linger, even though you're gone.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
