He will forget the colour of my eyes
the tint of my lips
He will forget

He will forget the lines on my hands
the goose bumps on my skin
He will forget

He has, like I knew he would.
For he has forgotten.
Like he said he never could.

And hopefully soon,
I will too,
forget the colour of your eyes.
and what you said at 2.am.
But more importantly,
Rid the sickness of your lies.