how easy it must be
for you to forget,
how convenient it must be
for you to not remember,
but i cant let it slip so instead,
i live everyday,
with the same,
numbing gray cloud
looming over my head
haunting me with reminders-
reminders of what you chose to neglect.
i wish i could be like you-
I crave the ability to disregard-
but is it better off that way?
living in a void,
and absence of knowledge
with no memory of what you said
and what you did.
are you happier that way?
convincing yourself that it didnt happen,
convincing yourself that the wound has now healed.
It must be easy to persuade yourself,
when the wound was never yours to feel.
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