Ink

I've whispered, I've cried. I've yelled and I have smiled. For the tide and the sunrise, for the loss and your eyes. Ive celebrated, lied and been willing to die. Sat back and listened and wasted your time, but sometimes it's like I never have. Sometimes, its like ive never even moved. Like i've never seen you cry, i've never said goodbye. Like I've never known the sunrise. And i have to try so hard, just to remember. You were here. And once i do, the only thing that helps is to forget.