TEARDROPS

Porque

Forget Me.

There are over a thousand ways to tell someone you have loved all your life, that you've had enough, that you wanted out, that it wasn't their fault but yours- there are a hundred break up lines in the world.

But she chose that simple phrase. Forget Me.

Like I could simply obscure her from my memories, countless moments that kept flashing in my head as I clutch onto my third glass of whiskey.

Forget Me.

My thoughts were revolving around the axis of her quivering voice, that audible strain when she whispered those words to me through a phone call.

How could I forget?

The way she smiled like the sun had finally woken and just refused to set, blinding me with love until I was in oblivion.

How could I forget- the way she laughed, squirmed and shriek in surrender, under the ministrations of my fingers trailing down her sensitive skin, or the way she moaned in pleasure. 

How could I forget the heated nights we've shared under tangled bed sheets, with the serene gentle sounds of waves creeping through the open windows like a melody in the darkness. The way her breath hitched, the way her body arched, the way she panted out my name like a mantra.

Forget Me.

I clenched my hand around the crystal as it shattered away, like the pieces of broken picture frames in my head. Blood pooled onto the table top, and I stared- if only I could bleed her out of my system. If only it were that easy to forget, to erase like a delete button on a phone screen.

Forget Me.

A sigh escapes my lips, and I clenched my throbbing fist, the wounds stinging

"Forgive me." a small whisper broke through my bitter lips, looking at her smiling face lighting up my home screen. I held onto my phone, my thumb moving on its own accord.

.....Never.