I love not forgetting to forget you,
as how shadows appear to watch after sunrise.
I hate how you unceasingly cease the darkness consuming me,
constanly following, like a silhoutte of the soul.
I wish I know how to not know the melody of your body,
the enticing steps, your footsteps my own.
But-
thinking
to not think of you-
waiting to not wait,
aching to not ache,
is a torture.
is a torment.
You are arrogant.
You fill everything.
daughter of a seafoam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-not-to-remember/
