Forget me.

Just as you have your down times,
I have mine too.

As you have made conscious choices to decide who to keep in your life,
I have chosen too.

As you have busy moments,
I have mine too.

I don't like the inconsistency of
your "care", your "concern", your "affections".

We are no long priorities in either parties' lives.
I've come to that realization and am beginning to embrace that acceptance.

You needn't feel too bad about not getting any replies from me.
For they will be few and far between.
Perhaps one day, there might not even be any anymore.

Does it matter?
People change, people move on.

In this instance,
I'm keeping everything together,
determined to keep you out of my life.

Don't make yourself miserable clinging on tightly to our yesterday in the hopes of making it our tomorrow when in fact there is none of us today.

The unnerving inconsistencies confuse,
when in fact right now, I'm looking to soothe, heal and recover.

You're precisely right in having difficulty forgetting,
but have you really forgiven?

I know at some points, especially in more recent times,
I find myself still grappling with the fact that

especially with no apology,
I still find it hard to forgive you.

I need stability that perhaps you never had & never will (not now at least) will bring to me.
An assurance, that I won't be compared to and chastised for standards I cannot keep.

Until then, maybe, boring might be the next best thing for me.
At least boring keeps me safe.

Until everything sorts itself out,
I'm just resigned to my 11:11.