Remember...

Remember the person you met was not what you thought they were.  They are now only what you want them to be in your mind.  Not what they really are.  Don't make that same mistake twice.  Don't fall into that trap of wishful thinking.  It's as deep as a well.  A wishing well, but that's all.  It'll pull you in.  Like they did.  An emotional black hole, one with no beginning, and no end.  It's all over now.  That's as it should be.  Remember.  Remember.  That last week of December.  The weather was cold.  And so were your memories.  He forgot, but you didn't.  That's how it is, and how it will always be.  The last light fell on your windowsill, and that was it.  Your own personal land was nothing but quicksand.