“Act of forgetting”

The longing of alzheimers,

is always in my head

Its better that way,

I’ll just eat, sleep and urinate in my bed

And I’ll forget who you are,

and I’ll never think about you

Or your smiles, your kisses,

even those tits, are they true?

You’re like yours,

is their anything about you that are not fake

You only receive,

I’m always giving, and all you do is take

I can’t get you out my head;

it’s always fed by heartaches and lies

And its still you inside,

the one I cant forget to remember,

in a thousand goodbyes