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it's hard.
to erase numbers.
to delete pictures.
to forget memories.
to let go.
it's hard to pretend i wasn't happy,
i can't seem to forget his voice.
it almost haunts me.
it's sweet and caring.
it echoes in my head that he loves me.
he loved me.
but how much can you love someone that you never see.
that you never speak to.
that you're too "busy" to waste time with.
everything we had was a waste of time.
i am a waste of breath, of space, of time...
everything i made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
there's no need to mend the broken heart that is always breaking.
that's a waste of tape.
i'm upset over this.
but it's bittersweet.
he was never there for me when we were "dating."
so why is it hurting me now being in the same position.
except there is no chance of seeing him again.
i wish i wouldn't feel this heartbroken.
this alone.
this unwanted.
what was i to him?
what did i do for him to ignore me?
was i that bad of a significant other?
well with first boyfriends.
first kisses.
last kisses.
ex-boyfriends.
there comes heartbreaks.
the tears are coming.
but i have no time to set them free.
the tears are spilling over.
but no one can know.
the tears are gone.
and i'm unsatisfied.
to erase numbers.
to delete pictures.
to forget memories.
to let go.
it's hard to pretend i wasn't happy,
i can't seem to forget his voice.
it almost haunts me.
it's sweet and caring.
it echoes in my head that he loves me.
he loved me.
but how much can you love someone that you never see.
that you never speak to.
that you're too "busy" to waste time with.
everything we had was a waste of time.
i am a waste of breath, of space, of time...
everything i made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
there's no need to mend the broken heart that is always breaking.
that's a waste of tape.
i'm upset over this.
but it's bittersweet.
he was never there for me when we were "dating."
so why is it hurting me now being in the same position.
except there is no chance of seeing him again.
i wish i wouldn't feel this heartbroken.
this alone.
this unwanted.
what was i to him?
what did i do for him to ignore me?
was i that bad of a significant other?
well with first boyfriends.
first kisses.
last kisses.
ex-boyfriends.
there comes heartbreaks.
the tears are coming.
but i have no time to set them free.
the tears are spilling over.
but no one can know.
the tears are gone.
and i'm unsatisfied.