they say a picture is worth one thousand words.

but then why does every picture make me feel like there's an elephant on my chest?

i can't breathe.

i can't move.

i don't know if i'm in awe from your beauty, or in pain from missing you.

the pictures are memories i want to forget.

i collage them together to make them hurt.

i'm addicted to the pain.

i tell myself i can't keep doing this. 

but it's not that easy for me as it was for you.

i just can't let go of everything we've been through.

life is pointless when you're not around.

but i guess that's what i was. 

just a forgotten memory.