.64

Just another love note about a dying love
another poem about unsuccessful loving
another tear about a boy who wasn't meant to be.
I force myself to let go, to flow, to don't go.
To not go back to pictures of unfamiliar scenes and outtakes that never made it to real life.
To dreams that never happened and to a future that wasn't in the stars for us.
Nicknames too sweet to repeat yet words too harsh not to remember.
Actions opposite of everything I believe in and motives I never knew one could create.