Days, places, and history I'll never forget
Times, paces, and the closest I can ever get
No matter how many faces I see everyday
Yours is the one I want to bury in my chest

disfigured eyes of mine
I have them in my hand
they don't wish to see
& tremble like the end
people throw dark ashes
my orbs are almost full
& suddenly I lost
my memories,
the falling eyes' thud
that carmine of the blood

I trusted you with my life.
I wanted to hug you and love you and hold you tight.
You are like a sister to me, kind and fair but so naive.
You listened to the bottles hand, not the one who held you then.
Brother by love not by blood and a sister from a different neighborhood.
Hoping to see you live, laugh, and love instead of falling from far above.
Don't lose your chance to see success.
Don't lose your chance to be the best.
I want you to see the day when everyone shouts hooray to your name.
I want to watch as you hold your cap on graduation day.
You mustn't leave me, not for the glass of death.
Please don't forget me for the last taste that's left.
I will never forgive myself for the days I didn't see, the cries of pain that I feel were for me.
This world wouldn't feel like a home anymore, at least if I never saw you walk through my door.
I'd cry in pain and anger and fright, just please don't forget me after you take your last sip for the night.

people forget,
parents forget,
peers forget,
everything you did.

never do something for them to remember.
do it for you, to cherish & then to forget..

Water rushes down from the fall, cool and clear.
I drink my fill, hoping to forget.
Hoping to forget you.
I don’t want to, but I have to.
If I want to make it.
If I want to survive.
I sit down under the water, letting it rush over my skin.
The water pools down and flows across the stream.
My memories of you are already fading,
Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes.
They simply fade.
I calm down as my mind get clearer and clearer.
I have to do this.
The water pounds against my skull, but the sound is soothing.
It fades more quickly.
From when I first met you, when you spoke to me for the first time.
When I left for a long time, and when I found you there, waiting for me.
“I have to do this.” I told myself.
But the tears running down my face told my brain otherwise.
They blended with the water and surrounded me.
Then, you were gone.
Just like that.
You were gone.

Here it comes again,
The feeling i had hoped i’d forget.
The hands in my brain, fingers twisting
pretzel knots out of memories,
squeezing out life juice and blood
like a butcher’s wash cloth.
I had really hoped i’d never feel
this feeling again, the feeling
of looking at something beautiful
from behind a glass.

I am enamored
With the idea
Of being in love

Not the kind of love
Where I say
I love you
And let you meet my family
Or maybe exactly that kind of love
A love like raindrops?
That, as fast as I run away from it
I cannot escape it

I want never ending night skies
But I’m obsessed with sunshine
Especially when it’s raining
Am I my own paradox of eternal delights?
If I am, I think I’m doing a good job of
Whatever this is, for once

I really really like holding on to the past
At this point, my wall is choking
On movie tickets and pictures
But I keep thumbtacks
By my bed anyway
Just in case I need to remember something new
That I didn’t forget in the short walk
From desk to window

It’s not being sentimental, I think
It’s being “sometimes I forget who I am so how do I know I won’t forget how happy feels or how my best friends laugh like sunshine?”

But let’s call it sentimental because
I have a real love-hate relationship with labels

I am the least organized person I know
But I’m constantly labeling people
It’s touch and go, this metaphorical game of tag
Friend, lover, enemy, acquaintance
These labels aren’t permanent
The fingerprints on my skin wash off like chalk in a rainstorm

And let me tell you
I am enamoured with rainstorms
Because when I don’t have an umbrella
They seem to feel a hell of a lot like love