When you're gone

I know it’s coming…
Even though you try to avoid it
You’ll be gone
Take me with you
I wish you could
It burns
So instead I’ll pull away
I’ll be gone for a while
Until it doesn’t hurt anymore
I’ll come back to you
One day
When I can look at you without crying
When my heart is no longer broken
I already miss you
I’ll miss you in forever ways
I just want to be whole

It's a constant battle

A borrowed verse from Lisa Schroeder:

I like

the memories
because they remind me
I haven't always been
this girl,
constantly
mad or scared
or confused.

I don't like

the memories
because the tears
come easily,
and once again I break
my promise
to myself for this day.

It's a constant battle.
A war between remembering and forgetting.