memories
they are the worst part of letting go
they mean defeat
they mean its finally and officially over and he isnt coming back
it means they're all i have left of your beautiful green eyes
or your wonderful blonde hair
or your little smile
or your arms wrapped around me
or the way your mouth used to taste
memories mean that's it.
it's over.
I have nothing left of you.
only the things in my head
the things i see in my dreams
no more you
just a whole lot of me missing you
