i'm going to forget you.

i'm going to
watch you drive away,

a view from the top
of a pear tree
in the backyard.

don't come back

because then i'll fall for you
all over again.

honesty hurts,
all of this hurts

but not as bad
as it would hurt
if i let you stay around,

right?

i'm going to stay in my haze
until there's embers
and there's night.

i'm going to crush
the music you made me
with my heel,

i will curbstomp
all our memories.

burn the pictures
burn the letters
burn the martyrs of love
tied up with rope
in my backyard.

the lightning in my soul
could burn this city down

i'm going down to the bar
in the dress my mother
used to wear

to drink white russians
with the wise wise old men
that smell like wood polish

and tell stories of war and women
to everyone that'll listen.

i'm going to get
very very drunk,

i'm going to go
through the stages of loss
once again.

acceptance will come
tomorrow, in the form
of vomit in the toilet
and an orange
and a mug of black coffee
on the counter.

i'm going to forget you.

eventually.