To whom I’ve only spoken over 100 words, ever.

“Of all my forgotten
words
you’re the easiest
to remember.

Of all the unfinished
poems
you're the one
who weights the
most when
I'm seeking soul.

The song I had
to keep from
replaying,
cause it made
my being hurt.

I'm erasing you.
I'm erasing you.
I'm erasing you.

You can take
the unfinished and
do as you wish.
I don't want that
story
if I'm only allowed
to write it when
you feel like.

And your name
is written in
every wall
of every city
I come to visit.
Fuck it,
you have the
stupidest name
I've ever wanted
to hear.

I’m erasing you,
that’s right.”