I write poems in the middle of class.
And write lists of things that
Rhyme with your name.
I don’t know if im gonna pass,
I just wanna know if you feel the same pain.
Because after you left the cast
Of characters in my life,
The acts and scenes just haven’t been the same.
That you would forgive and give me another chance,
Is all I ask;
Because with you around
I feel like I have so much fame.
But now I know I have just one task:
Try and forget all the times we made;
I’m gonna try. Real. Hard. To forget your name.

I will bite down on my knuckles till they bleed,
I will try to forget all of the things we’ve seen.
I will bite down on the end of my pen
Until it busts;
And there is black ink in my mouth.
I will spit as much as I can.
I will swish around some water
And spit some more.

And it’s these tantrums I throw when I
Don’t get my way.
These tantrums I throw that will
Never make anything okay.

I’m gonna try real hard to forget your name.