My nights were filled with missing you.
Nostalgia about loving you.
Now they are filled with emptiness.
I use to smell you scent in certain parts of the house.
Or when I showered, the smell of your body wash
Would slap me in the face.
But it was all my imagination.
Your scent was not really there
But still it lingered in my thoughts.
I tried forgetting you.
Kissing strangers, surround myself in their scent
Closing my eyes and pretending I loved them
And you were none existing.
I would lose myself in their mouths
And the words, the lies, that would spill out of them.
Desiring their touch, only to be reminded,
That no matter what, they were not you.
I use to drink my nights away.
Trying to forget your face.
Its been so long now every picture
Of you I had burned to crisp.
I do not need the help of alcohol
To forget your face anymore.
Your image is just a blur.
I am not sure if this makes me happy
On the contrary
It's sad I can no longer put a face to those
Piercing blue eyes that once held my entire
Existence in their gaze.