My brain, would never let me forget you.
it's not like you're lingering,
it's more like your haunting.
If there was lacuna
I wonder if I would delete you,
just because I know you wouldn't need to.
At times it feels like
I'm, pushed against the wall
at the back of your mind.
why don't you ask any questions?
do you really not care now?
do you just talk about resteraunts,
and the names you barely know?
I try to make myself not care
but at night you are still there.
You might be a chapter in my life
but you're still the star of my dreams.
I see the ones I love suck up.
I see the boundries of politeness.
I see my fist getting clenched
as i aim for my bed,
and I spend the night beating the shit out of my mattress.
My brain, would never let me forget you.
it's not like you're lingering,
it's more like your haunting.