Eight Times Eight

I’m really tired of the notions of you, 

of finding you in the corners of my heart, 

of my mind.

Tired of the way you keep coming back to my thoughts,

of believing that you are still mine,

that you still wait for me,

that your counting the days to see me, 

that you are waiting for my call, 

I’m tired of you, 

of your memory, is too vivid 

What did you do?

were you really that great?

was your smile really that bright?

or is my memory playing tricks on me?.

I don’t want to hear you anymore,

I don’t want to see you in the corners anymore,

I don’t want to anymore,

I know you are not real, 

that I’ve have made you up, and yet 

nothing sounds as sweet as your name,

nothing seems as bright as your smile,

nothing is as real as your lies.

I grabbed on to them and made them 

the foundation of us, excuse me, of you and me 

because we were never us, right?

and yet again, I’m last to know.

Nia