go ahead and forget me
pray to god so I can disappear
pretend like you don't remember
all my secrets and my fears
pretend like I don't know
how to trace your skin like it was mine
pretend that you never needed me
like you don't miss me, like you're fine
so go ahead and forget me
but you're not the only one who prays
because I hope to god that you forget how to breathe
one of these days.
YOU ARE READING
an honest mess with potential
Poetryhighest ranking #2 (13.11.18) a collection of stories i'll never complete, poetry that's second place material, fantasies that will never come true and a bunch of other mediocre things. I wrote this at like 14 or something so please don't the judge...
