Think of me,
think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye-
Think of me,
yes, please think of me.
I hope you remember all of the good things,
I hope you never forget them.
If I'm lucky,
then you never will,
they'll stay burned in your mind forever.
I'm not easy to get rid of.
If I'm lucky,
then you'll never get me out of your head.
I will be there
always.
I can already see you trying so hard to put me out of your mind
but it won't work,
no matter how hard you try.
I'm an infestation,
I'm a disease,
I'm a raging fire,
I'm a flood-
I will not be stopped.
I hope the memories stay,
I really hope they do.
I hope you never forget me,
though I have already forgotten you.
-but please promise me
that sometimes
you will think of me.
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Thoughts and Things
PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...