End This.

Forgiven
Forgotten
and yet always on my mind
I feel you lie
a deep pressure causing stationary dispositions
your fingertips on a part of my soul
that I lost grasp of almost a half a year ago
nothing perfect and nothing worn out
But I feel like the weak one
the manipulated one
that one on a ledge, about to let go one
I see you and you look worse
Smile faded, hair a mess
and yet I am the one who lost control
I am the one starting our conversations
reaching out
when not even a moment is worth it
Insulted and injured
You didn't quit any of those bad habits
and I gave up all of mine
just to find myself in need of none of it
wanting and needing are too different
and aren't in need of acceptance
I am meant to never give up
never lose hope or stop my dreams
but this is just one fantacy that is washing away
I can't have something that doesn't want me back
doubting eyes and a loss of a voice
gives you a lie
and I walk away with guilt
you stop speaking and I give you ultimatums after ultimatums
but it all fades away
you just didn't care enough for it to matter
inhale your smoke and exhale these memories
I don't want you to have them if you can't be civil
if you can't be fair.
I am bitter for my betrayal
My fake words and nothing will erase it
not even real ones
please leave me Forgotten.