A Series of Observations

I remember everyway we were.

And sometimes I play it all over in my mind, just to feel it again, to see it again, to remember.

There’s a box on my bedroom floor, it holds pictures of you and I, dust collects on its top. But when I do glance inside, which isn’t often these days, I sit and I stay a while.

I remember everyway you made me felt, and those pictures, they don’t help, because sometimes, and not often these days, I feel that way again.

I used to smile at the sound of your name, thinking I was lucky to know it so closely. Now it only reminds me of the distance between us.

And my heart would skip at the sight of your face, I can’t say that it does anymore.

I remember the end, feeling such intense sadness, heartbreak and anger.

You made me feel worthless and disrespected, looking back I know I definitely was.

I remember wondering why, why would this happen to me, whatever could I have done to deserve this? 

But that’s just how you were, you took everything for granted and acted selfishly.

And to this day I wonder if you regret it.

I hope you feel the way I felt when you realize.

You should feel sad and heartbroken and angry, because you let me get away.

I remember, above all else, the way I cared, and I’m glad I no longer do.