Forgotten Past

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It's midnight

were stood around the corner from his house

he tells me "don't move closer or my mum could see"

he holds my hand as i glance into the eyes of the unknown

each breath he takes eager to expel words that were too hard to hear

i could see this by the way he didn't look at me, the way our eyes didn't meet.

"I can't do this anymore" 

my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach

each breath like breathing icicles out of my mouth, cold and sharp like the words he spoke

they say you never forget your first love, and that's true

but knowing that any second you could fall back in love with them

fall back into the forgotten past and start over

is it really worth it? 

it it really the right choice?

when i think back, i see nothing

i can't remember what or who i was before i met him

the reasoning for this isn't that i have forgot,

its simply, i was alive.. but i just wasn't living.

Reviews

[Metaphantom]

I really like the way you tell this in such a way you are actually revisiting it, from a whole other perspective but writing it from the perspective of being there, and the evolution of heartache. "when I think back, I see nothing" great job!

[JoeReads]

thank you, that was exactly how i wanted it to come across! thanks for taking the time to read it :)