Subconscious thoughts have been draining me mentally...
Always thinking about you when I shouldnt be, bittersweet reminders of what I couldn't be.
I'm not getting stronger even though it's killing me.
And a cliché can never compete with memory.
Playing the what if game, that I'll never win.
Like if I called you more, would we different then?
Or if I shared it all and had no mystery?
Would I have you one day longer, changing history?
I got to stop this focus on what could of been.
But it's hard to move along, when we're no longer friends.
Not the happy ending that I thought it suppose to be.
Our fairy tale is now bittersweet poetry.
©jinkade
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