Have you ever thought about me?

Have you ever thought about me since the morning that I had walked out of your bedroom door?

Have you ever thought about me leaving all our precious memories shattered on your cold floor?

Have you ever thought about me asking you to tell me about your day?

Have you ever thought about me and wondered if I am doing okay?

Have you ever thought about me?

 

Do you remember?

Do you remember how your eyes lit up whenever you would see me?

They lit up real bright even if you were focused on your stupid games on that LG TV.

Do you remember how big you could smile while playing with my cheeks?

Your smile would make me smile, I hate how it would make me feel so weak.

Do you remember sharing stories during those long winter nights?

We would talk for hours while you held me so close and so tight.

Do you remember listening to my heart beat before we would fall asleep?

You were always in my prayers — someone I had asked God to keep.

Do you remember?

 

You had made me so happy and so sad all the fucking time.

I should have realized from the beginning that your so called love would become a crime.

You had told me that you would never want to cause any hurt.

But honestly, everything began hurting when your feelings magically started to divert.

I could never analyze the way your mind convinces you how to feel.

Now all I have is time for my bruised heart to begin to heal.

I could never hate you, I still wish you the best.

I hope you find what you’re looking for, may you always be blessed. 

Have you ever thought about me?

If ever you have — please stop it and let me be.

Love, T.