The strong yet gentle scent of you is left in my mind.

The sweet but bitter taste of your lips is still on mine.

The warmth from  your body when its pressed against mine

The look that was in your eyes when you looked at me

The tears in those eyes that showed you cared.

The fears in your brain that brought you strain at night.

The embraces that made me feel safe.

The green eyes that hypnotize me

The close circuit of your mind

The thought that is in everything second of me living

The breath I have to take so slowly so I can can stay alive

The words that you told me

The words that ended everything for me.

The way you don’t care

The reason I can cry and you not even care

The process I go through to not leave.

The definition of stupid is me still being here

The success of you hurting me

The grief I have for you

The application of nothing for you

The basic destruction of my brain from just seeing you.

The fraction of time I think about you

The haze I have just on a daily basic.

The face that I remember every time I wait

The addition that you give to this earth is a blessing yet a curse

The new break your distance connection.

The saved emotion that I hold back

The forgotten memories we had

The youth of your soul is defined by your structure

The option of forgiveness

The opinion of me coming from your mouth

The wandering question I have for you and myself

The justice of my hands finally slice upon my arm

The lonely night without you

The protective tone of your voice at old moments

The knowledge that you don’t obtain

The adaption I had to make when you leave

The narrow mind I have to keep to think you may came back

The beautiful vacation you give me when i think of you.

That pain in my heart when you ignore me

That realization of no one is caring about you

That random but acceptable hug that we all enjoy

That union moment when you know you aren’t alone.

That way to opening a new chapter in your life

That effective way to get people to leave you alone

That terrifying vision of never seeing you again

That insane thought that you have when you’re in love

That fantastic sense of sarcasm when you’re being lied to.

That filthy hand that stole a heart once

That blue/ green eyed boy wasn’t just these things was mine.

That blue/green eyed boy was mine.

That was at a different point

That point had every joint in my body twisting and turning

That boy was everything to me

He left and now like me and everyone else on this list

It nothing