But I am
afraid.
I am
afraid
that I will love you
forever
and we will
never
be in
the same room again.
I’m starting
to
fo r g e t . . . . . you
and that
terrifies
me.
I was only eleven.
You left,
but you never really left.
I don’t know
what to say
to you
except
that it tore the heart
o u t of my body
saying
goodbye
to you.
Now
I have to
remember you
longer than
I have known you.
You exist in my memories
but not my life.
I WAS ELEVEN!
I hate
seeing you
with that little girl.
I hate
seeing you
with your girlfriend.
I hate
seeing
how you spread your love,
yet
have none left over for me.
My lips dont move
but my body screams out
“THAT SHOULD BE US”
“THAT SHOULD”VE BEEN ME”
That used to be us.
I’m so terrified of losing someone I love,
that I’m beginning to refuse
to love anything at all.
you exist in memories
By
Anthology of Eleos 