Toxic (2020-2021)

 

Forget me. 
            Let memories of me come and go, like coloring leaves on autumn trees.
For the love of God, forget the way my feathery blonde hair always smells like fresh
Georgia peaches
            And the softness of my pale skin.
Forget the sweet track of my velour voice, heavy laden with the morning, beckoning you
back to bed
           And how my lips always tasted always tasted like mango smoothie chapstick.
Forget how just the slightest brush of my fingertips could call goosebumps to the surface
of your flesh 
          And a chill would rack your spine as if someone had passed over your grave.
          But little did you know, I had picked out your tombstone the very moment we
met
          And you’ll be cursed to an eternity of damnation  
                                                                               until you can abandon
                                                                                                             forsaken,  
                                                                  forget me