(finewithoutyou)

For each word that is not about you,
there are thirty for only you.

For each minute that I think not of you,
there are twenty spent highlighting your glory.

For each day I claim I am fine without you,
there are ten nights I realize I am not.

I try to forget you.

Many symphonies I have written for you.
Stories with wondrous plots of me and you,
I have kept on these faded lines.
Despite all my effort, I cannot get to you.
There remains a roadblock.
What have you been waiting for?
I am not fine without you;
I always forget to forget you.