I hated him so terribly, so much so, I was confusedI wanted to bury my fists deep into his chestand slide them out comfortably "The thing is," he said, "I tried"We're both asteroids on a forgotten constellationAnd I held his gaze, held in my anger And like the fire of the fallen stars, when I got home I crashed and I ignited My knuckles met my bedpostMy screams bellowed throughout my flatI made sad attempts to hack my memories until I vomited up my past It was never a question of remembranceOnly, a notion of seeking forgivenessMy blood began to heatMy blood began to boilMy blood caught fire like the fallen stars he swore he had forgotten But I guess I was never worth rememberingBecause one day, he decided I was too much storage spacetoo many memoriesso he burned them, and he made me feel like nothing

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