This is my favourite poem. Haven read it for almost 2 years! Its a sad poem.

=[ Forget ]= Author : Unidentified(adapted fr a webbY)
-a poem long lost in cosmic memory-

Forget his name, forget his face
Forget his kiss, his warm embrace
Forget the love that you once knew
Remember now he has someone new

Forget him when they play your song
Forget you cried all night long
Forget how close you two once were
Remember now he belongs to her

Forget all the evening walk
Forget the way he used to talk
Forget the things he used to say
Remember now he's gone away

Forget his laugh, forget his grin
Forget the dimples on his chin
Forget the way he held you tight
Remember now he's far from sight

Forget the love that now has passed
Forget he said that it would last
Forget he said he'd leave you never
Remember now he's gone... Forever

I asked him if i should give him up and he told me to give up. Am i suppose to forget all the good times that we had and move on. He told me to do things for myself and not for him. But he always act as a sort of moltivation for me deep in my heart. Going to school daily sounds normal but its not when it becomes a habit to miss school. So i struggle. Struggle to attend school, trying my best to work on tutorials, setting goals, being responsible for myself, changing myself for the better. Yes. They are for my own good and i am doing it for myself. But there is a small part that its because of him. I took up aerobics class to make my life more fruitful. I fear night time. How many nights had i cried myself to sleep?
i went out with him tonight. And it actually felt different. its really different. I held his hand in the cinema. His hands were no longer warm and loving. They were limp and cold. He doesnt even want to hold my hands. I let go of his hand and laugh at my own foolishness. I am flat, fat and irresponsible. I am ugly and low self esteem. I am unattractive. So many people had been telling me that. Am i really that bad? Am i going to just sit there and dwell on things and fall into the state of depression or pick up all the broken pieces, piece them quickly together and mend myself?? I didnt give up smoking. I wanted to so badly but its the only thing that i didnt struggle to give up. Because i didnt want to. Everytime i thought of giving up smoking, i thought of the pact we once made together. And i will ask myself, are u doing this once again because of him or is it because of yourself? dont you think its better if i am going to do it for myself? isnt it going to be more meaningful? And i will puff my way throughout the long lonely nights. I know that i am lying to myself again that smoking is going to help relieve myself. I know it doesnt. But i just need something. See, i am dependent again.
i am one with no back bone. fuck life.

Tears are precious. As precious as water, they now run like tap. "my precious."


You've got the poison, I've got the remedy.
@1/30/2004 04:31:00 am