They said I’ll have these memories forever
Memories that were created staying up late at night
All these years later, they still keep me up under the moonlight
I wouldn’t have created them if I knew one day they’d hurt me like this
I didn’t create them alone
So why does it feel like I am bearing the burden of them on my own
The way I feel isn’t your fault, nor is it mine
Then who do I blame? Who do I call for help?
There used to be “us”, but now I don’t even feel in touch with myself.
Loving you is not a choice I made,
Loving you is not a choice I regret,
If I had a choice, I would stop loving you.
Because you’ve moved on, but for some reason I can’t.
“Perhaps in another life we’ll meet again”
Is what I say to fall asleep at night
Just wish my grip on our memories wasn’t so tight
By: Ishaan Cheema