will you remember the times i looked at you,

will you remember how i touched your skin?

will you ignore the way i treated you,

will you ignore how things could’ve been?

will you forget so easily the things i did for you,

will you forget how broken your soul was?

will you cast aside my kissing you,

will you cast aside all thoughts of us?

do it. i want to be dead. i want to be gone. i want to be the aftertaste you can’t rid yourself of, the thought that you hide having, the memory you wish was synthetic…