FORGETFUL
FORGETTABLE
Where do I look to find
the elusiveness
that keeps promising things?
Where do I reach out
to feel everything that
has passed me by?
There are so many
could-haves,
doing their best
to taunt me.
So many
would-haves,
and they just
won’t go away.
I try my best
to forget these things.
To quit wishing
for happiness
that has left me behind.
I’d rather live this life
forgettably and naïve
than strive to find a new way.
Where did all my chances
slip away to?
Where are the gods
who took my life
in their hands?
There’s consideration and blame
enough to go around.
I feel so forgettable.
Will you forget me when I’m gone?
Will you forget me when I’m gone?
I try my best
to forget these things.
To quit wishing
for happiness
that has left me behind.
I’d rather live this life
in a forgetful bliss
than find a new way to live.
I do not want to live on
in your memories
if I can’t learn how
to remain alive.
There are so many things
in front of me
that just don’t make sense.
Please don’t be incensed.
None of this is about you.
I’m talking about
the forgetful forgettable.
Why does
she have to be me?
Blackened
Princess
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