The Forgotten

I remember when I told myself forgetting would erase the hurt.

I used to think that when bad things happened, they only bothered you because they were fresh on your mind. If you simply forgot them, life would be easier. It's safe to say I was wrong. I tried my hardest to forget the bad that I forgot everything. I forgot the pain, I forgot the hurt, I for got the lies. But what scares me is, I forgot the good. I forgot what that happiness felt like.

And then you came and jogged my memory. I remebered the laughs, I remembered all the good times, but the hurt and pain didn't come back. I guess my mind forgot to remember that part. So you did it again. You left me with the same hurt and emptiness I felt before. But this time I can't blame you. You forgot. You forgot that we were supposed to conquer the world ... together. You forgot all the times we had. You forgot ... me.

It kinda hurts being the forgotten. So I've promised to remember ... EVERYTHING. I will NEVER forget again.