And just for thought...
Your memory comes too often.
Sitting in an unfamiliar, I can still smell your scent.
I always thought time would be enough to erase you
but you just return stronger with each passing hour.
I attempted to hate every ounce of you.
Then, maybe, you would become nothing to me.
Each time, I disappointed myself.
It is only me in my lonesome bed,
humoring myself in the late hours alone in the dark,
dreaming you were everything,
staring into that smile that once erased my pain.
My delusional self will have to be enough
because I know the scar from you will always run deeply in my soul.
You will never lie beside me.
I grow weary of remembering you,
of feeling your ghost touch,
your face imprinted in my mind.
Maybe, one day, I will forget you,
forget who you were,
forget what you meant.
I wonder if you know you were once wonderful
or if you knew how I loved you
but I know you think nothing of me.
That's how you wanted, isn't it?
I with no place in your life
while you haunt mine.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.