This world of terror is the pencil
There is no eraser as nothing can be erased
Forgotten is something that is not real
You never forget
That doesn't mean you will always remember
Roll up your candy wrappers
Eat the last piece and considered it finished
The words on the wrapper suddenly seem unappealing
Like the hand you leant me when you were already done with me
Your face does not lie unlike the words that come out of your mouth
Your face must be jealous it cannot master this act
Your words must be envious that it cannot be relieved of its constant pain
Your throat will choke up
Whether you admit it or not you are in pain
You lie and don't be mistaken so will I
I do not miss you says my mouth
The tears welling up in my eyes say you know that's not right
But you will smile and nod and repeat the same words
I will not miss you said your eyes not your lies
