as my head pounds,
and tears streamed down my face,
i wish that i could erase you,
permanently- out from my life.

i wish i could erase you,
like when people erase something
with an eraser.
i wish it’s as easy as that.

and i wish i could erase you,
like when people erase something
with a correction tape.
i think i’d be better off without you.

but no matter how much i tried,
forgetting you, and vanishing you-
you’d still be here,
somehow.

i hate it.

but, erasers and correction tape,
left marks, right?