She loved so much
That she forgot to love herself.
She thought so much
That she forgot to breath.
She wrote so much
That she forgot to read what she was saying.
She forgave so much
That she forgot to forget.
She cleared her mind so much
That she forgot to fill it back up.
She wondered so much
That she forgot what was real.
She let her emotions control her,
Not the other way around.
And now everything was broken,
Pieces were on the floor.
She did so much cleaning,
That she forgot to tend to her wounds.
She damaged herself so much
That she forgot how to heal.
His love was a battle,
But she lost the fight.
She did so much to forget,
But it never truly went away.
~a.k.
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