i remember 100 things
that i don't want to remember
i want to forget them
you are one of them

it's 2 a.m.
i should be asleep
but i'm awake
thinking about you
writing about you

you are the darkness
that comes from the outside
it reminds me of an empty canvas
where i get to mentally draw a picture
of your features
on its blank surface
i still remember all of them