SMALL TALKS

mine.

I'd at least hope you'd remember everything I told you; the days where I'd pray for my words to still be etched into your mind had long since passed me, however.

you left, like a draught caused by the wind, come to send shivers down my spine, and cause my hairs to arise. but as quickly as you came, you were gone. and with it, you took my smile, like the harsh wind blowing out the soft flame of a burning candle.

perhaps the days i'd dance around in your room in one of your oversized t-shirt's had begun to annoy you. perhaps the so said sweet taste of my lips had turned sour.

but tell me, do you remember me?

do you remember how my name tasted on your tongue, or how my head fell so easily against your chest?

I'd say not - since you left like how the night shies away from the day, alas! the moon and sun shall never truly meet.

and yet, neither shall we.

but I'll forever have the memories carved into my brain, and they'll still score my skin in every dream,

the memories from when you were still mine.

- but I'm beginning to forget the feeling of your lips as they carved their way into my skin, and I don't think I love you anymore either, and the memories are beginning to leave my mind; just like how you left me.