death
i don't know if its desperation or remorse that i feel when i think of you.
all i know is that it's irrational to think you'll come back to me.
i know i am naïve, hopeless, and frantic. i am bleeding with emotions i know you disregard. and yet i still wait to hear from you.
i want to tell you how i feel, how this has been nothing short of torment, yet i see that your priority has never been me.
im learning to forget you.
forget what i thought was sacred.
with each passing day i feel myself know you less. i no longer look for your name, i don't look for your figure in the doorway when i wake.
or at least, that is what i tell myself.
i fear the bliss of ignorance will never grace me.