I'm feeling vicious. Vindictive.
And it's you I want to wound here.
I deleted the memories I used to hold
dear. Forty plus texts join oblivion.
I'm erasing you slowly. One message at a time
is the best I can do. And I want to hurt you,
the way what remains picks at me.
Mentioning it would just make you matter
and whatever I do,
I don't.

4.12.2011 18.30