Past.


And you break me

In ways I never knew were possible.

Harsh ignorance

The feeling of being let go,

Forgotton,

You don't know it,

But I always do.

I'm standing there,

Centimetres away from you

Yet I'm a ghost;

A thing of the past,

Fighting with life-

Cast to the back of your mind

Because other things are more

Important

Than a girl with

Nothing you've ever wanted.

I wish I could forget.

One day when I'm smiling,

You'll reappear-

Exactly the same as you were.