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.