It sometimes seems so cruel ,
the way of everything ,
the way it ended only it didn't ,
not for me , never for me

That I would cry over and over , as the days blend into nights ,
over and over as my system fails to exhaustion ,
over and over burning the face you once adored ,
over and over till I can't no more,
over and over even if I can't ,
over and over cause I am losing the ability to even cry over you

While you would sometimes smile on a good day ,
hearing my name on the lips of passer by in the street ,
in the in-between time and then ,
go board that train , go on about you day anyway

Why am I always the cursed one ?
Why am I always the one who remembers?
Why am I always the one who never forgets ?

Why is this love,
Something so cheap you could step on casually
and get away with it like nothing ,
Something so precious I could never get over
Cradle it above my life with my everything ,
Why ?

Does the shadow of my sense of loss ever reflect in your house where you're sound asleep ,
Cause your sense of cool echoes in my unforgiving bedroom walls ,
So loud , louder than my heart beat
That I forget myself amidst the ghost of you
That I forget there was a time I existed before you ...

I am trying so hard but I don’t seem to be able to forget you ,
I am trying so hard but I don't remember me anymore ,
I am trying and I am losing , first you and then myself
You didn’t even try , but won , left no crumbs , and in the wake of moving on, destroyed me behind in the dust you left...
in the dust you left behind ....
the dust you left behind....

© myrottenpoetry_13