Forgetting you
feels like falling into bed after a long day,
exhausting yet relieving.
You slip from my mind as smoothly as dreams slip in,
taking over for the night.
But just like dreams,
forgetting you has its end.
Jerking me awake from this bliss
where I can't remember the end.
The end though doesn't hurt nearly as bad as remembering the start.
or the during.
Wide awake with memories of kisses,
of magical words,
placed so perfectly on my yearning heart
after so many boys as placed them on my body.
The words ring through my ears,
fill my mind,
poison my veins,
until they reach my heart.
Slowly filling it with this fatal poison called love.
I try to close my eyes.
I try to shut it out.
I try to forget.
But forgetting you is like extracting the devil from a possessed soul.
It takes more will power than I can achieve after being beaten by your lies.
It takes someone willing to help, but I refuse to put my heart in another's hands.
Forgetting you feels like loving you,
tough,
exhausting,
hopeless,
aggravating,
but worth it.
