I glance around the room every now and again.
But this time, this time it was different.
My eyes reached yours, and I had to turn.
It took everything I had to keep going.
I can't look at you. You bring back so many memories.
I'm finally starting to forget them.
And yet, when I look at your face they come back.
I remember everything.
The start and the finish.
The beginning and the end.
The words we said.
What we did.
Unfortunately, I can't take the last 3 months back.
God, how much easier it would be to forget about you then continue loving you.
But, I can't. You've never left my mind.
Which gives me hell, because I deserve better.
I can do better.
But...
I don't want better.
I want you.
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Bipolar Much?
PoetryPoems I have written. Some about love, others about hate. In no specific order. So you'll probably assume I'm bipolar or something because of how fast my feelings change.
