Forget Words

I've decided to forget 

Your name

The way 

It tastes

In my mouth

Like fruit 

Wet 

Fresh

Best 

When handled gently

I'll no longer use it

As a placeholder

In my mind

For the memories

That haunt 

Like ghosts

Close 

To the edge of your skin

So you feel them 

Even in the dark

I'm gonna throw

The pictures

Of you

Into a box 

Locked 

Tight

Left in someone's attic

So that only they 

Ever have to know the pain

Of your beautiful face

I've decided to set fire

To our nights

So I no longer see them 

In my dreams

Where they seem

To be 

On repeat

Replayed 

Like old records

Gritty, soulful, stirring sounds

That wake me 

And take me

Away from the day 

I was waiting for

I've decided I need to forget

Your name

How it tastes

Like fruit 

Fresh

Wet

Best

Left

On the tree 

With its roots deep 

In real life 

I've decided to forget

Cause you're too ripe 

And not ready to be picked

Just yet, yes

I've decided 

To forget