These last few days you have been the last thing on my mind Maybe it's the weather, Maybe it's not that at all. You've been gone for a long time now I try to fill the hole you left, but I'm beginning to notice that it can't be filled. You'll forever hold your place there. And that's fine. Because you're a part of me now. Do you ever think of me? See a tiny little thing and think of me? Even for a second? Isn't that a question I would love the answer to. Do you? Or am I just a faint memory? A memory of the girl that would've done anything for you? A memory of the girl that gave up so much to be with you? A memory of the girl you repeatedly broke because you were unhappy inside? A memory of the girl that you left in the dark after promising to stay? I doubt that if I was that easy to leave I'm easy to remember. I have you in my mind. In my memories. I don't like to consider myself to be broken because that would mean I was whole in the first place. You destroyed me. You did exactly what you promised you wouldn't do. And now I'm not even a memory.
