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acclimation

Don't get used to me, please.

That's how it starts.

 

Remember when we met?

See me as you saw me then.

There must've been something to make you want me.

Remember it, please.

Keep it new.

 

I'm doing my best to be new

To still be exciting

To still make you interested.

I don't know my success rate.

I think it's low.

 

I've been through it before.

Once you get used to me,

You start forgetting.

You forget why you wanted me.

You forget any reasons to keep me around.

Reasons to still try.

So, you stop.

 

So, we stop.

 

So remember me, please.

Was it my words? my face? my tiger shirt?

Whatever it is, don't forget.

I'll drink more to get back to those words.

I'll put on more makeup to bring back your favors.

I'll wear that shirt all you like.

 

But please, I'm asking you.

Don't forget me.

Don't get used to me.

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Published
Aug 10, 2010
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- From on love and other twisted things

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