One day you will forget me. You will not look at me when I walk in the bar.
You will not feel anything when you hear my name. I will be nothing for you.
You are going to forget me. It won’t be sudden or fast. You are going to forget me slowly.
You will forget the sound of my voice. You won’t be able to picture the shape of my face.
You are going to forget the way I walk. You are going to forget how my laugh sounds.
You are going to forget my everything.
I will just be an outline, a blurry body of disconnected memories that occasionally fit into your past.
You are going to forget my perfume, my smell.
And these thoughts are killing me. Because I know I will never forget you.
You will always be my favorite part of me.
You will always be my everything, but I will be nothing for you.
I am hoping that your forgetting won’t come soon because I don’t know how to deal with it.
I don’t want to be forgotten, I want to be a part of you forever.
I don’t want to be like other girls because you weren’t like other boys for me.
I was so in love with you, and still, I am. So I’m so scared, I just don’t want to be forgotten, but I know that I will be.
When that day comes, I don’t’ want to be alive anymore.