dream about me and everything bad that I ever did.
don’t you dare remember how much you loved me.
never think for one moment that our relationship was good.
because if you do, then i have to, too.
and heaven forbid me to ever remember how beautiful you were.
how kind, patient and nearly perfect you were.
i never want to think again about all the things you taught me,
or about how you changed me for the better in too many ways to count.
i don’t want to ever hear our songs,
or see a candle flame and remember the first time you made love to me.
if i had it my way, i wouldn’t remember the dip in your hips,
the smooth skin on your belly, or the line of your jaw.
and i wouldn’t see those things in every man I fuck now.

i wouldn’t remember how much i love you,
if i could erase memories at will.
because then i wouldn’t hurt so much to see you gone.