For

Forgive and forget.

It’s just a memory.

She wanted more than she could have. She wanted you, but you belonged to your friends, your chevy and your guitar. Granted, it only had five notes, green, red, yellow, blue, and orange, but it was your thing. Among the sea of flushed faces, she would search for the small black ring that pierces your skin. With that unwavering gaze that leaves her in a trance and the crooked smile that slowly kills; Rose would be proud.She wanted to take your hand tell you everything, but instead, she clenched her fist at the mention of your name as you watched her walk away. You weren’t ready, but then, she wasn’t either. She let you go with regret, but you’ve long forgotten now. Was what she meant to you that forgettable? That’s okay, because she’s gone. You’ll never see her again because I have killed her. I pushed her into the water only to learn that she couldn’t swim. She struggled, but I have killed her, and her body can’t be found. She never even had one but I can still smell the decaying flesh as she rots in the wastelands of my mind. She can never hurt me again.

and neither can you.