When he leaves you high and dry.

Break ups, break ups, break ups!!! always catch us by surprise even when expected. More often than not we see it coming but it still hits us so damn hard. My worry though is just how our better halves tend to forget the beautiful times shared together. Yea, I recently broke up and I was like did he just forget what we had or he just chose to brush it aside?  I bet he must be suffering Functional amnesia.

Here's a piece for all of you who are still trying to figure out what exactly missed out.

FUNCTIONAL AMNESIA.

It seemed just like yesterday,
when you looked into my eyes and vowed that you love me,
that you will never leave me,
those days when I   would actually live with the light in your eyes.
It was us against the world,
all that's left now is me against you,
I thought we would last forever,
I bet forever went pretty fast.


When you kissed me in the middle of the road,
amidst sneers from everyone,
you did not care as long as you had me,
when we made baby steps to our supposed life long love journey,
yes, baby I remember
It was I you used to thirst for,
I the only maiden you knew.

you seem not to remember,
I ask is it functional amnesia?

you seem to forget the many nights we spent together,
when we fought so much that we agreed we'll never.
the days when you 'd wipe away my tears and tell me I'm BEAUTIFUL.
 or the times when you'd just play with my hair because i was a "goddess"
do you even remember the times we'd just sneak and have our time in the bush?

you seem not to remember,
once again, is it functional amnesia?

Across your chest,
and beneath my left  breast we exchanged middle names tattoos,
it really was crazy love,
i   was your boo-boo, your sweet  mango,
baby you seem not to be the one in these memories.

it must be functional amnesia.

okay, how about the love poems I wrote?
when all your instagram and facebook photos were me,
when we used to laugh at how retarded we really are,
when i let you  slip under  my shirt,
and let you ruin my makeup  with just one kiss.

the pretty evenings under the moonlight,
when I would sing a whole Beyonce album to you,
you loved it,
now am all alone chanting Adelle's music,
you seem  not to remember any of these.

we used to text all night,
and laugh all day,
and i really  thought you were gonna stay,
but you did just the opposite and  went astray,
mingled with another.

I still do not understand,
Baby it must be functional amnesia.