People tell me to forget about you.
To not love you.
To not want you.
Or need you.
But they are blind.
Can the not see
that your what keeps me alive?
That when I think of you
a smile crosses my lips.
That my eyes only shed tears for you.
That my heart beats
and my lungs breath
just to see your shining face the next day.
Can they not see
you’re the one who makes me happy?
They say to find someone else,
to move on like they did.
I’m not them.
I will never be.
With someone else I’m not happy.
It has to be him.
If not I’d rather die
than be depressed all the time.
So please don’t tell me
to move on like you did cause I’m not you.
And I can’t achieve what you did.
Because he’s who I love and who I always will.