#24

fuck the act of dreaming and the disgusting intuition it casts the next morning.

forget:
the smell of your skin
the shape of your lips
the sound of your voice
the never ending laughter
the soul piercing stares
the love

remember:
the bitterness on your breath
the scowl on your face
the absence of your voice
the uncomfortable chortle
the sick, rattling eyes
the hate