Everybody thinks I’ve already moved on.

No. No, I’m not. I’m still inside that cage. That cage where he locked me and left with the key in his hand. That cage where we used to have memories. That cage where we found love. That cage where our memories never shatter and always run around in circles, letting me remember everything we once had.




Though I look like I’m okay, though I smile, though I talk a lot about other boys, doesn’t mean I’m not waiting for him anymore. I’m still waiting. As pathetic as it sounds, and as stupid as I am, I’m still waiting for that day. That day when you’d ask me for my hand again. Asking me to be your girl. ‘Cause no one ever loved you the way that I did.



I can’t do myself a favor. I can’t help myself. I don’t want to forget you.