Forgotten

Only on nights like this will the urge become unbearable, yet bearable.

I have no choice.

I will act as if we never happened.

As if it didn’t matter.

Like the passion wasn't there.

As if you didn’t feel it.

As if you didn’t see how obvious it was.

Only on nights like this do I get angry, and dragged deeper into this darkness that I’ve created myself.

But these feelings aren't gone, only hidden.

Like it never f*cking happened.

Like I hated the sex.

Like it was nothing to me.

Only on nights like this will I make up these reasons for our separation, while totally acknowledging our connection.

I’ll act like you never existed.

Like I never had you.

You are no longer.

You are nothing to me.

On nights like this, you are forgotten.

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