I can feel the past
i-love-yous,
like scars
on my skin,
a corrupted version of
forget-me-nots.
Tell me
how can I
not forget
but not remember?
Mortality is a blessing.
At least
I won’t remember you
then.
I can feel the past
i-love-yous,
like scars
on my skin,
a corrupted version of
forget-me-nots.
Tell me
how can I
not forget
but not remember?
Mortality is a blessing.
At least
I won’t remember you
then.