Tomorrow will always be more forgotten.
The yesterday will always be remembered.
So on that Wednesday night, when I’m sitting there all alone.
I will remember you. In the back of my mind.
I don’t want to.
Don’t know how to.
I’m trying so hard to push away my feelings for you,but somehow they keep tumbling back.
Whenever they come back,I shut my eyes.
Shut my eyes of fear of what I might be seeing, whatever it is , it will remind me of you.
You and all your bitterness,tangy on my tongue.
But even with my eyes shut, my thoughts pass through my bairn,nose and ears,now out there.
All over the place.
So tangled, like headphones in my pocket.
So messy like a five year old scribbles.
Just random different color scribbles.
To us they make no sense, but to them it could be a tree,a train,a butterfly.
Maybe that’s just how everyone thinks.
So these are my ways of saying good bye.