You’re just a vague dream now.
A fight or flight response of the remnant of you I can’t erase. A shadow, a figure that has its hands wrapped around me a hug I can’t shake off.
You choke and cause me to stop breathing.
I feel like a thing chuck under a bed waiting to collect dust.
A discarded pile waiting to be donated off and away, yet there’s hope and lingering feelings, not because I want you back.
Just some sorta assurance when we shared was real will do.
So I could breathe properly again.
Is this why you still kept our videos and photos?
Why don’t you delete them, because I can’t do it.
I saw how you loved me.
I saw how you rejected me too.
Between to two emotions, I still love.
I still love you.
That’s why it hurts. Everything hurts when it’s about you.
Yet I still love you.











