Step one starts with forgetting/
you begin by tearing
yourself from the skin they took home in,
disconnecting your arms from their seams,
eating their hearts
and hoping that they forget you,
too
Step two means burning all
ties,
dissolving each memory like the pills
your mother took at breakfast,
how could you have let this happen?
so you pull
their
veins from yours and
untangle what they gave you,
choke down a penny
and hope
that they don't think of
you
Step three is the
detox,
cut yourself open and scrub yourself
shiny:::
unchain your wrists from that dinner table
and hope that his nightlight doesn't bleed
through
that
doorway,
orange was never a pretty color
anyway
Step four is the hardest,
.
when you take a knife to your palm,
and make slits down to your wrist,
when you ignore the beck and call
of memories you forgot you had,
people you realize never cared,
so you take
a drink for those you know you've
long forgotten,
and come clean
to three different people, all the
same and hope the next girl
doesn't know step one....
it never seemed to hurt when you
played it all out in your head.
this has been in my phone's notes for a really long time and i finally wrote step four. right as he forgets and replaces me...:.. ....ok
