two weeks notice
that's what you gave me
two weeks
notice
to when you'd stop
loving me
to when the nights were
spent alone
to when the nights were
so dark and cold
you gave me those
two weeks
to try
and try
to get over you.
funny how that works huh
two weeks
to forget everything
but
i did it
i got over you
i forget
how your lips felt
how your hands held mine
i don't remember
the love i had
for you.
and i'm okay with it.
i'm okay with forgetting you.
YOU ARE READING
stupid poetry
Poetrylittle dip into my head. poetry style. caution, possible trigger warning as i don't know what will be in this.
