I finally forget the color of your eyes
I have not forgotten about how loud my heart was beating when you were tracing my ribs
I have not forgotten your laugh
The first six months of last year were a fever dream and you were the shapeshifting monster that stood in the corner of my bedroom telling me that I made it all up
I laid there sweating, panicked, regretting everything I told you and every time I showed myself to you but I still woke up gasping for everything you’d ever breathed into me
How can I explain to the next girl that sleeps in this bed that there’s a ghost where she’s laying?
What if her eyes are a different color?
It doesn’t matter
I don’t remember the color of your eyes anymore anyway.