I thought I’d forget you.
I thought time would wash you away,
but every day, you’re still here,
echoing in my mind.
I’m holding onto something that isn’t real anymore,
chasing shadows,
searching for pieces of you
that aren’t there.
I’m tired of pretending I’m fine,
tired of pretending the love isn’t still here,
still holding me hostage.
I thought I could move on,
but love isn’t that simple.
The hardest part isn’t that you’re gone,
but that I’m still here,
clinging to the remnants of you.
I don’t know how to forget,
how to stop loving you
when everything inside me
still wants to hold on.
But I can’t.
And that’s the cruelest part…
loving you when you’re no longer here.
