out of my life
completely.
haven't thought of you lately
even when i find myself listening to the songs that used to remind me of you.
i don't miss your company,
it wasn't that great anyways.
and your wandering hands
i once found so pleasing
i now recognize as the lost ships that they were
fumbling without a guiding light.
i've kept you out of mind
because while once you turned me on
now i just feel off.
your memory doesn't make me happy
thankfully you killed the notion of that when you broke my heart
and that pain blocked out any of the great
(was there ever any?)
and eventually led to nothing.
i don't remember that pain anymore either
which i guess is good.
i just stopped remembering you.
