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I’m going through my phone
It’s been close to a year since that day
When I lost the one I loved the most
But for some reason their face pops up everywhere
Change is funny in that way
They changed so much
But I still haven’t budged
From who they made me.
Is that a bad thing?
They changed, maybe I should too
Maybe that will make me better
I ought to change, to make things better
It’s not like it’s permanent
Like I won’t see them again
So what’s the rush in deleting
The memories of happiness and trust
This phase will end soon
Everything will go back to normal
And I’m a forgiving person
I did so much for them they’re sure to take me back
But I know this is just a fantasy
This thing I tell myself
Just to keep going
Just to say everything is fine
I’m sorry I’m starting to sound like Christina Perry
With all the please come back
Who do you think you are pain blah blah blah
But my pain is my pain
It’s not some gambit I use for profit
It’s not a tool to get fame
And shame on those who use that
Pain is a funny thing.
It doesn’t present itself right away
It makes you think you’re fine
When you’re really not
It tricks you into submission
Submitting to doubt
Submitting to insecurity
When really you’re submitting to the pain
All you want to do is scream
Make it stop
End it
And it will show you ways to
But you must fight
It’s not the right direction
You can’t turn back time
You can’t resort to further torment
You can’t change what has already happened.
Fight.
Fight for what you love
Because when you submit to the pain
You lose everything
Change really is a funny thing
Seeing change in someone is hard
But it’s even harder not to change
When all you want to do is forget
Adapt.
Change.
Grow.
That is the only way to become who you’re supposed to be.
Looking at those pictures
It brings me back to a horrible time
The goodness and trust is now gone from those memories
It’s time to let it go
It’s time to change.
Delete.