Forgotten

I've come to realize that no amount of hot breath on my neck will come close to how warm you made me feel and instead of telling myself that I cross your mind every now and then when you forget to push me to the back of your head it's just easier to remind myself that you left not because you had to but because you wanted to in a way I understand but how can you leave someone who had planned their whole life around the feeling of your skin against theirs I swore the way you made me feel would never go away but it seems that I've forgotten how your word would wrap around me and take away everything that was once alive and somehow I'm okay with that