i lied.

i can't keep myself

from thinking of you

from writing about you

from wondering where it all went wrong

i can't keep telling myself

that i'm so over you

when a single memory

that trickles past my defenses

unleashes a waterfall of

everything i'd locked away.

i lied.

i can't write if it's not about you

but i won't write if it is

and i can't understand why

you're the only thing to ever

affect me like you do.

i lied.

i can't keep telling myself

that i'm over you

when my heart can't stop

s c r e a m i n g

i'm not.

a/n: the past haunts you. no matter how well you believe you've hidden, your ghosts will catch up to you eventually. this is what happens when they do.