TRUST ME

November 7th

November 7th. A year and 8 months. 

You left, with so many promises.

 I can’t remember the exact day you left, nor can I remember what day it is now.

Blurry vision, to sleepless nights, from hangovers, and coffee to wash it all down.

Anything to wash away the thoughts inside, anything to keep my mind away from you.

No more pride, nothing left to win, memories is all I am left to live with, but its drowning me. 

You. My finest memories, the best part of me..

3am, in the dark, the sadness still remains.

I rub my skin, turning red, washing away you, that’s been gone so long.

I wish I could rid you. I can’t, I’ve tried so hard, nothing seems to keep my mind away from you.

I’ve replaced you with a bottle of vodka, and some pills.

But now 4am, the sadness remains.

I still don’t know why I cried, when it was fading from the start.

So here are the tears for you that will not dry. 

I still remember when it rained, cuddled in my arms, you're fast asleep, on my chest, as the rain poured.

I never told you, only because you’d think I was a fool to cry for the happiness.

Now I am alone, in the dark, at 5am.

Hearing your voice. An echo, you're an angel calling. 

I still don’t know why I'm still crying.

In the water I remain, to scrub you off, you thats been long gone.

In the dark, the sadness remains, you still remain, inside my head.