I'm still having nightmares about myself.
I've made wishes on poetry and torn apart bad books to re-write them,
Stolen candy from a baby and said F- words to strangers.
Forever, Finally and Free.
But I lied, because every time I'm finally sure I don't love you anymore I hear a song that was written about the two of us and I'm back in the state of forever, and the bathwater turns cold around me, and I remember that you'll never love me as much as I love you and F- word.
I plan to erase you from my memory,
(Like that scene in eternal sunshine of a spotless mind.)
I Made my own machine out of old letters you'd writ