I am the girl who dreams of disappearing
I am the one who loves without being loved in return
I’m the girl with eyes as dark as coffee
I’m the one who’s lips are sweet and heart so torn
Let me hold you and tell you that everything will be ok,
for if love truely exists,
tell me you’ll never leave my side,
tell me I mean something to you
tell me I’m going to have forever with you
If not
Let me disappear,
Forget any trace of me from your mind
Forget the feel of my skin against yours,
the taste that our kisses so softly gave
My voice... my existence
for if I’m am not yours,
I am no ones
when I disappear
Promise you’ll forget me.

The dust that lay on the page
that I left open long ago
is now a page on it’s own,
with a story its own.
I look at it and read
negligence and loneliness.
I read how things are forgotten
so easily
and how things are treated as things
by people who
live their life accumulating things
and rest half of it
misplacing, destroying,
replacing and forgetting them.
How people are treated on similar lines
but worse.
How we come back to claim our possessions
when they can clearly exist better
without us.