Like you,
I am torn down from the inside.
My parts recycled, sold
or abandoned.
Left to rot in the sun.
Blown away by this coarse wind.
What burns,
burns clean.
As dust, I protest still.
And wonder why I am given
to the clouds and red sky.
I travel the universe,
becoming all that I love.
…
if you can forget,
then I can forget.
.remember.
i beg you.
let me forget.
.remember.
inertia strips away my skin.
.remember.
and keeps protects my soul from ascension.
.remember.
please catch me off guard.
tell me you hate me.
tell me you never want to speak to me again.
tell me that i do not exist.
tell me i am a fool.
for ever thinking.
forever thinking.
i waited and waited.
you never came.
your skin callous to my whisper.
a hint of a turn.
and i retreat.