I remember that day.
The day that you left.
I don't ever really remember you but then again you were always good at leaving, weren't you?
I think it was only just me. The girl who was supposed to be your number one.
While I was crying in my room, craving you,
you were off, popping the pills an drinking anything you could, craving the guys and the other life.
You forgot about me and I forgot about you.
I remember the day that I met him.
July twenty-seventh.
He was different the the guys before.
He was different from those who had hurt me multiple times before.
We could talk.
I remember the last night I saw him; August second, 2016
I remember the last time we talked; November thirteenth, 2016
I remember the last time I heard his voice: November thirteenth, 2016
I remember the last time I caught myself missing him; December twenty-fifth
The one thing I will never remember is the night I felt sober.
That last night when my head wasn't spinning
The last night when I could feel the pills I took transform my mind before me.
I will always remember when popping pills and smoking weed became my melody while you became a distant memory
Now I finally understand why she left.
I finally understand why she did anything she could to escape the real like she actually has.
When she looked at me all she could see was hurt.
The only thing she sees when she looks at me is every single mistake and hurt creating a new existence and hurting hers.
