Maybe one day I will forget the day I met you

Maybe one day I will forget every I love you, every I miss you, and every goodnight.

Maybe I will forget that you and I were once “them.”

Because now the fairytale that was once our story is now a story to mourn

Because our love didn’t disappear it died in my hands,

Seeping through my fingers I clenched as hard I could,

Refusing to accept the death of our future.

But now, I wander in the cemetery of our memories

Wondering whose grave do I visit, when I miss you.

Yes I miss you, but I will forget you, and when I do I hope nothing for the best for you.

Not because I wasn’t the best for you, but because you were not the best for me.

i spent weeks and months

blocking out that night

blocking out what you did

your existence.

and the crazy part is that it worked.

i don’t remember what happened,

how it all ended.

it seems so hazy from here.

that is what baffles me,

i blocked out the memory, i didn’t block out what i was feeling.

the emotional scars on my soul burn, but i don’t know where they came from.

now i wake up breathless with the feeling of reds smoke in my lungs and a pain from a distance place.

it’s been years and i don’t know why but i am stuck.