The Art of Forgetting

by xTx

It’s nice of you to drop bombs. I think.

No. Seriously. Drop them.

Maybe you don’t know. Maybe you like it.

Fucking with me.


Dropping bombs. Fuck you.


I’ve been here….

chopping wind with the dullest axe

finally

accepting the transparency of words and

how they will never,

truly,

ever,

be about me.


Let me tell you. Something.

Even the cutest puppy

shits and sheds.


Drop another bomb, asshole

I cannot keep looking into your paper eyes.