How much can you really go through before you’re just broken? I’ve made a family. And the family that made me is almost non existent. It hurts to know that you only have what you’ve created.
I don’t know what would feel better…
If you forgot me and you would never ever look back on my impact in your life, and me knowing that i would never again feel you reminiscing on our past memories together.
Or if EVERYDAY of the REST of your LIFE you were haunted by my face invading into your thoughts, if you were haunted by a former smell that made you turn around thinking i might be there, if the next girl did something i have done, even the slightest little movement that proves you will never again forget me.
If it would feel so much better that you would forever be against your thoughts trying to make my existence in your mind flood out as fast as you could get them to go.
If it would feel so much better if i knew that not even for one fucking second you could get those thoughts to leave as much as you wanted them to.
IF I KNEW that you tried to DISSOLVE every ounce of what i was to you just so you could feel better about any and every thing in your entire life.
Would it make me feel better knowing that thoughts of me eat you alive?
