Her arm were wrapped around your waist. You were both smiling with teeth. You hate smiling with your teeth. You said that braces made you hate it. Your braces used to be the color of Liverpool. The stains in my dress are now a color a little darker than Liverpool, I have come to love red. It is among my favorite colors now.
A reminder to the fact that we existed. That it won't all fade into oblivion.
Do you think of me when you see the color black? I mean, I always wore it,.. still do. I probably will. You know I'm grieving over the loss of my broken heart. Over the little girl that used to believe in love. I'm grieving over the fact that there always seems to be someone better. But I am never that someone better.
Her hands are around your waist. I remember when mine were. I remember that I would hug around your neck and you would wrap your arms around me. One time, you were able to reach the other side of me with you arms, due to my lack in width, and you asked why I was so tiny. I told you I wasn't, you were just tall. But I am small, small enough to break. Small enough to hold. Small enough to hide in photo albums and sweep under the rug. Small enough to not take up too much space in your memory. So why don't you forget.
Forget everything about me please. I would prefer you have amnesia to us than remember how we ended. Say you don't care, tell me you hate me. Make it easier for me to leave. Because all I want is to leave. Tell me you never loved me. Let me grieve. Because you can't have a funeral when someone is still on life-support. So flip the switch, and let everything about us die.
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