They say I'm supposed to move on.
To not let you fill my head with every passing moment.
To not let every memory bleed into my skull every time I passed a spot where we went together.
Where we talked together.
Where we thought together.
Where I thought of you.
They say that no matter what, you'll always be with me.
You are. That's why I think of you.
So why do they tell me to move on?
I don't want to.
I like it when you're there.
They're happy memories.
But I'm afraid.
I don't want to lose the memories.
They're all I have left.
Please
Stay
Please.
Is that why they want me to move on?
So I don't fear losing you?
So if I lose you now willingly, I won't be sad that you're lost when I want you later?
That's sick.
I don't want to.
Please talk to me.
.
.
.
I asked nicely.
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.
.
Why aren't you responding?
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I need you.
.
.
.
Are you really gone?
Am I insane?
Did they lie to me?
I can't lose you.
I already lost you physically.
You're gone.
I know.
They say that I still believe that you're here.
They call it denial.
I know.
I know you're dead.
But I know you're still here.
You have to be.
After all we've done together,
It's just over.
It can't be.
I did everything right.
Why did I just lose
Something
I
Needed?
You promised.
You promised that it wouldn't be over.
Why?
Why did you promise?
Was it a game?
Why-
Why?
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I don't want to be here?
What's the point?
I don't like them!
I like you.
I miss you...
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You still won't respond...
Well if you won't respond,
I guess I'll just have to join you.
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A/N~
I don't know why I thought of this lol, well then. I haven't even lost that many people, I'm just in a sad mood I guess. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed!
If you did please vote, it means a lot to me! Thanks!
-Reagan
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unwanted redemption
Poetry"Life is like a poem, never truly finished. But sometimes it's over before it even began, because sometimes a pen runs out of ink."-me
