Please Read This

It’s midnight and you’re on my mind.

Why can’t I forget about you?

Why can’t I leave you in the past like you did to me?

I hate seeing photos of you.

They force the questions of what could have been to play like drums in my brain.

The prick I feel from the thorn of remembering you digs deeper with each recollection.

The worst is the unexpected memory.

You know the one’s that suddenly happen without warning?

And they're never anything big.

It’s the memory of a touch from accidentally brushing against you

Or the way you smiled at me.

The way you smiled…

When we were together, I knew you only smiled like that around me.

But that smile faded to hate.

I wanted more, you wanted nothing.

Do you remember the last words you wrote to me?

I do.

They’re locked in a special safe in my memory that I open and show to no one.

The hell are you doing?

I knew then it was over. How else could that be interpreted?

So here I am at midnight.

Alone and thinking of you.