forget me not,
when our calls and texts become less frequent.
forget me not,
when you taste the bitterness of my favourite tea, still fresh on your tongue.
forget me not,
when you're sitting in front of a bonfire,
remembering this is how we met,
but i am not sitting next to you anymore,
because you thought i didn't bloom the way you wanted me to.
forget me,
when you can finally admit to yourself that i was never your first choice,
that you've been lying to,
not just me but to yourself too,
because you decided blue just wasn't for you.
it's time for me to move on.
i hope you see this one day and realise your mistakes.