Bit by bit, I'm starting to remember
Those terrible things you said last December
About how stupid I was, and you said I was a whore
I tried to forget it, but I can't anymore
I thought that you'd loved me in the previous year
When I heard you'd lied to me, I wished I could disappear
The sadness that your "love" brought me
And all times you lied
You'd slowly, quickly, taken me
And in the heat of the moment, my spirit died
And bit by bit, it all came back
The pain, the loss, the way you lie
My mind slowly slipped off track
And I was so preoccupied, I couldn't hear myself begin to cry
I didn't want these memories
I hoped that they weren't true
I hoped that you were still in love with me
Like I'm still foolishly in love with you
Your poem is so moving. I especially related to that line that said "..my mind slowly slipped off track and I was so preoccupied, I couldn't hear myself begin to cry...". I've felt what you've written before, but you capture it so well. good writing.