Dear Forgotten: I Still Remember You

Oh, dear my fingers tremble and my body quakes, but it has nothing to do with the weather, and everything to do with the way you're holding me.  You may be getting special treatment, but that doesn't make you special.  You're my whispered sweet nothing, that's all you ever were, and all I can let you be.

Every moment spent with you seems far too short, but it retrospect, you're just a waste of time.  I love the way you're overly eager, for something I'll never want to happen.  I know I'm leading you on, but I can't help but enjoy watching you chase.  In the end, will any of this be worth it?

All this time, you never meant a thing, and I can't let that change, for to be emotionally attached means to lose everything I've worked for.  You want me to love you, but to love I need to trust, and there's no one I'll ever trust but me.  Don't take it personally, you aren't important enough to be anything more than the next round.

You can try to be there, and I appreciate it (I really do) but there's nothing here for you, and there's never going to be anything for me.  Once you let go, this will be so much easier for you to swallow, but right now you're having trouble chewing.  Forget me, because you've already been forgotten.