I want to forget you.
Only if I can create a potion that will make me forget every single thing about you, I would be totally alright.
But that’s fictitious.
I am so tired of thinking, whether it’s dusk or dawn, it’s still you.
Everything’s just about the same thought, that’s why I want to forget you.
All of the things you made me feel,
all the good and the bad, I want it all erased from my head.
I want to forget all the things I have never imagined I would feel when I was with you. You made me feel so alive, and dead at the same time.
Nonetheless, of all things I want to banish from my head is the way you brush your lips against mine.
I was too good for you. You made me believe that you loved me even when you don’t. You made me feel like it and I hate it. I want to forget you. Even the dull-written poems I wrote about you, I want to tear and burn it all but what’s the point of doing that when I remember all things vividly. I was supposed to bear all the pain stoically, but I know I couldn’t make it.
With you on my mind, every day, and every night, it’s impossible to forget you like a flash of light. I was extremely prepared to have you in my life, ready to believe that you’ll be someone I’d be forever thankful; but there you are, proving otherwise.
In one snap, and it’s all gone. — unfortunately, it’s not always like that.
You invaded my skin and my senses
with a warning, and sometimes not.
For the times I let you invade me like an extra-terrestrial, how I wish there was a caution beforehand that I shouldn’t let you. But even if there was, I still would’ve done it for sure.
I was empty and I was shattered.
It wasn’t love, for sure. But if in any case it was, you helped me pick up the fragments of my soul who was once broken, and still is. You let me rewrite the feeling of being in love again, too much that all I can write about is you. One, two, and three—from the moment our time still ticks, until it stopped. I say love is when I have loved you.
You occupied my empty spaces that all it can think about is you. When you came in to my life, I surely believed that you filled my void with happiness and overflowing laughter. But it expired.
And perhaps, if I could only try to filter my thoughts, delete you out of my brain, my unfeigned adjectives would halt in no time.
In whatever way, or degree, I still chose not to forget you.