after a while i'm going to forget
not you, i could never forget you
but i'll forget the memories, the little things
the way you'd make fun of my accent
the way you'd flop your glasses
the way you'd do anything to make me laugh
and tease me when i did
the way you'd react when you caught me taking photos
the way you'd pose for them afterwards
the way you'd speak spanish and wait for me to ask for a translation
the way you'd show me around the room you were in
the frogs, and the planes
that first time you said 'i love you', god, that day.
the way you humoured me, with baby mountain lions and pigs and dogs and horses and zoos
and those times that i believed you loved me
you're brilliant at acting, i must say,
because i fell for it every single time
you turned my heart to mush
and now it's smashed.
one day, i'll forget those things
but i really, really want to forget them now
so i don't have to hurt this way.
once i forget, then i might be able to stop loving you
the way you stopped loving me.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts of the brokenhearted
Poetryso i'm over him but i'll leave them here because i got lots of reads c;
