52. Dammit You

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Ugh damn it.

You're still on

My mind.


You'd think

A month is enough,

But I'm

still

trying—


To forget our

Conversations,

How close we

Felt.

Tryna remove

You from my

Memory

But it's hard as hell.


Yet I'm still

Glad that it's

Over,

I don't really

Want you

Back.

But am I just lying

To myself

To make it

Hurt less.


Because truth is

I think

I won't find

Someone better.

But I know

That's a thought

Coming from

The devil.


So I'll continue

Pretending

I don't miss

You everyday,

I keep telling myself

After 3 months

I'll be okay.


Three

Months

In


And Three

months

out


Not sure if this

Is logical,

But I'm

Praying that

It's does—


Because now

It's just pure torture.

Fighting my own

Mind.


Because dammit

***** I think of you

All the time. 

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