Why is it as soon as you start to slip my mind you find your way right back in? I just want to forget. I love you but I hate what you did to me. You destroyed me emotionally, you ripped my heart from my chest and left me for dead. I was alone and you were doing just fine. My mouth cannot express the feelings in my heart but writing comes pretty damn close, yet I still am left gasping for words and explanations while tripping over sentences despite how often I got told that my words are beautiful. My words are beautiful because they are for you and maybe I should just speak in the same way. Maybe I should just speak about you. I never really realized you were fading away until I saw all the pieces shattered on the floor and I tried scuffing them under the carpet, cutting myself on trying to protect what I thought we had. How can I survive when you were the air that I breathed? Most people dont like alcohol because of how bitter it tastes when it hits your throat and the way it makes you feel in the morning but I dont like alcohol because while its supposed to make me forget your name and neck kisses, it just makes me remember everything. I tried drinking in hopes our last conversation would be blurred instead I got sobs that shook my whole body and replays over the way you walked away. I gave the wrong person the right pieces of me.
