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
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