I do all I can to forget.

I harden my heart
and steel my mind
against the moments and memories
that batter against
all my defenses.
but the dull weapons I use
to remove myself
from this reality forced upon me -
they are weak and of no use,
no use against
the piercing words spoken -
first to woo and then to forsake -
the roving hands attached
to the same arms that pushed me away
in the same breath.

I can not forget.