Poem -

Teach me to forget

It all starts off with a fight, and we go our separate ways. While you're partyin I'm healin, while I'm healed you break. You're yelling and you're screamin askin what the fuck is wrong, but no one gives you answers, no one gives you clues. You're sittin there and ponderin, askin why she won't even fight?! Not a single glance at you, not a single word...and she has forgotten...or so you think. Deep inside she's missin you, deep inside she bleeds. But deep inside she knows that you where never hers to keep. It aint worth all the fights, It aint worth all the drama. The same thing happens every year and now she won't even glance at'cha. You can't get it in your brain, how the fuck to forget? You fade away the memories...and for a minute they float away. You can burn up all her letters, every beautiful word. You can try to make the smell of her perfume fade from your sweater. Bottle after bottle, blunt after blunt. But the ony way to forget is to kill yourself along with all the hurt. Those memories where poison, those memories where toxic, and while you're drownin in your sorrow, she tells you one last time she loves you. But by then you're way to gone, and nothing is bringin you back, but the feelin of that love lets you know you where worth something to her, and now its the only thing you lack. She's gone.

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