I want to forget all about you.
To not constantly think of it.
Of all of the time we shared,
it's absolutely nauseating to me.
I think about what you were;
you were my first ever date.
my first kiss.
my first everything.
I hate everything about it now.
I wish I could forget your lips,
the way you held me in your arms,
the smile when you would whisper
"I'm in love with you."
I wish I could forget you.
Maybe then I wouldn't be in pain,
maybe then I could finally let go.
You would get your wish for me,
maybe I could finally move on.
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Afraid to Speak
Randomthis started as a way to vent. it has now become the words I couldn't say to, or the ones I did say and no one cared enough to listen to.
