And just for thought...
It is difficult to speak of you.
You remind me of every hardship that has nothing to do with you.
Sorrow oozes from the sound of your name.
I have tried so hard to ignore the thought of you.
I don't understand why you trigger me?
Pure rage sizzles, waiting to erupt.
You do not come around as often.
I enjoy my life without you
but I fear I will wake to you one cold morning.
I won't know what to say.
Will you know what to do?
I can't fall into you again.
We both destroyed the last hope of us.
I see you at a distance,
standing so tall with your head so high.
I wonder what you're so proud of.
You did nothing pleasurable in our time.
I pray you do not see me watching
but you never noticed before.
I become nauseous thinking of you,
of remembering every false touch, every twisted look.
You thought you had me for a moment.
You honestly thought I was in your indestructible web.
Were you really so surprised when I left?
I was inevitable.
You spoke of nothing
but you knew what to say at first, perfectly placed prose.
You told me to trust you, to love you.
I was never that easy.
I wish you would disappear.
I would relish in your nonexistence.
Don't speak of us.
We were never that real.
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.