I keep trying to help myself.
I think about future dates,
the person I’ll marry,
and the next person I’ll love.
But, no matter how many times I try, the only person I picture is you.
I want to not think about you,
I don’t want to remember you
Why did you tell me you wanted to marry me?
Why did you say you wanted three kids with me?
Why the fuck did you want to plan a future with me, if I ended up out of it?
Why did you tell people you loved me?
Why did you take me to meet your family?
Why did you cry when I told you I loved you on that cold December night?
Did the cold get to you? Did you need some warmth on that winter night?
If it was all real, how did it all disappear?