why can’t i scrub these visions of you out of my brain
i see them, of us, together, when things were –
not perfect, just – really beautiful
i had hope and purpose and the idea that things
could be good
but that was just (kinda) stupid, wasn’t it?
it was never gonna be real, and perfect
and happily-ever-after
i never wanted to believe in something like that,
not for me, at least
but you took down my wall, brick by brick and chip
by precious chip
i’m trying not to care, yet somehow i still do
(sometimes) i wish it was easier just to …
forget
…
rebuilding a fortress is hard when there is no mortar
left to patch, and shells have been shattered
into
d u s t ,,,,,,
... but I digress 