I'm starting to forget about us, I can't remember your face even though I have photos, which I can look back upon, I just can't remember it like how I used to. I don't remember how you smell, I don't remember how soft your hair was, I don't remember your soft eyes or those lips. I forgot your skin, the way if felt in my fingertips. I forgot how we met and I forgot how we ended, I don't remember our fights and I can't seem to remember how we used to make up. I don't remember your laugh and I don't remember the last time I knew how you were feeling. I don't remember but I know that my heart aches when I think about you. I know that I've been through stuff with you and that's why I cry but I don't know what it was, I just feel the pain. I don't remember how we danced, I don't remember how you talked to me or how I talked to you. I don't remember our late night calls, when we late night texted. I don't remember the photos you sent me or the text messages we exchanged. I can't remember any of our memories anymore and it hurts me. I don't want to forget but I don't want to let you go either. I know I slowly am though. I wish I could love you the way you used to love me. I wish I could love someone else the way I loved you, but it's fucking hard to...to let you go, to have someone else if that's what I please. I don't remember how tall you were next to me or how your waist fit in my arms. I don't remember how you fit against my chest and how your arms felt around my neck. I forgot how much I love the feeling of you around me and I sure as hell can't remember the kisses you gave me on the cheek. I can't remember the good things you used to tell me or the way you used to say it, how you used to tell me how much of a good person I was. You used to know what to say, you always made sure I was okay, you made me feel amazing, you made me feel things I haven't felt to this day. Since you left I wish you find someone who loves you since you didn't want mine, but don't worry that's okay. I love you and I'm sorry I have to let you go now but it's the only thing I can d0 since you already left...Be careful my love, and stay safe.
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The Hardest Prison to Escape is your Mind
PoetryMy poems of healing quit short I must say although it took me about two years. I want you to see I'm better and that I don't need her.