
As I stood before you
wiser,
due to circumstance
I was still distracted, still infatuated by you..
I had forgotten how good you smelt..
how perfectly full your lips were
and how your smile made me blush
I forgot the lazy mornings and pink sunsets..
how your hand fit mine
and how nobody else mattered
..I felt myself slipping..
I forgot that you hurt me..
how naive I was
and that I needed to move on
Memories got the best of me
&
I forgot to forget you
for forgetting you is painless,
Its the remembering that hurts
. . . Amnesia would be my sweet escape . . .