The pain of
forgetting
you is hard to forget;
since I’m not over
you yet.
It’s the hardest
thing to do
but I have no other
choice;
it seems I mattered
little to you
realizing I never had
a voice.
Your words didn’t
mean a thing
leaving me without
any regret;
caring less of the
pain it brings.
Letting myself be
deceived
I was blinded by
appearances;
little by little the
layers revealed
underneath you’re so much less.
Looking back, I wish
I seen it sooner;
but I was blinded by
your glittery mess.
Ridding myself of
every vestige
you left behind I
threw it all away
even though your memory lingers
the scars I bare will
always stay.
I don’t regret my
life; I just regret you
and what you did cuts
like a knife
since my heart to you belonged.
So I embark on my new journey
though I don’t have a destination;
as I learn to be
content with my life
and with what and who
I am.
Though I still think
of you at times
the pain of
forgetting you is gone
you’re more a figment of my imagination
as if you were never there all along.
Copyright by NewLife2008
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