Failing at Remembering

Sun, 01/08/2017 - 15:27 -- GabyC

In such a short period of time, I had fallen in love with this boy

and just as quickly I fell out of love.

He made me question too many times

his intentions and who he really is as a person.


His kisses linger and I taste the remains of a dead man.

A boy who grabbed onto my arms and left a mark

terrified of what I can do. Never realizing that 

I have no power.


He doesn't realize I am restless.

I am a weakling, waiting for somebody weaker to come along

so I can submerge myself into their tears

in an effort to grasp the powerful void that I allowed

to be empty in my stomach.


Why doesn't he love me?

Why hasn't he fantasized of our kisses when he dreams?

Does he ever think about me... thinking about him?

Does he know? Does he know I love him?

Geez, I love him.



I don't think you quite understand it...

I love him

I love him

I love...

I lov...

I lo...


I can't do this anymore.


Goodbye my love.

I realize I don`t matter to you anymore.


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