Forget Me/Forget Me NotA Poem by Not here
"Baby, no, Baby- don't leave!
I need you here; I need you please! Don't you go and leave me alone! I thought that we were gonna have a happy home?" Do you remember the last words you said? What she responded, or even if she did? Or if you're ladies, remember that first kiss? Was there even one? Did he ever say he missed all the presents and the late good-byes? Did you lay on a hillside looking up at the sky and clouds soaring by, high over head, faster than the wind? Was that when your Baby said that they loved you and that they cared as they put their hands into your hair, and brought your lips closer? Was it there, that as the clouds soared fast by in the air that you realized, as you sat alone in the middle of the night, having run away from home, that the person you gave your heart to never really felt the same for you? "Sweetie, didn't you love me? Darling, didn't you care? Baby, I really want you. That's my only prayer!" I screamed and I cried, and I tried to convince that girl of mine to make me her prince. I called her my queen, and my precious diadem. She was my baby, my love and I helped her through everythin'. But when I said please, she called me needy. And when I told her my problems, she said that I was too greedy. When I offered her advice, she told me she didn't need me. And when she came crawling back, I took her hand again freely. "Listen, I don't need you! I don't freaking care! I'm sorry if I hurt you but there's no reason to prepare a big, long speech because I won't listen! You're just being whiny again because we aren't kissin'! I never loved you, and I wouldn't mind if you go away with your head in your behind with some other girl because you were too blind to realize I was using you the entire time!" Two and a half years later, when I still couldn't berate her and I still was feeling misery from the worst breakup with her, really, I couldn't really understand why I still felt wrapped around her hand even thought we broke up long ago and I told everyone I got over her so I had to play the part and act like I wasn't constantly under attack. I was under siege by memories, once good that became enemies. So if I ever get the chance, I would walk up to her and take my stance. Ask her a question that I waited to ask the girl I once had dated: Do you remember me? Do you remember your baby? I used to be. Remember that time when you were sick and you couldn't even sleep a lick so I stayed up the whole night and prayed constantly for you even though school the next day was horrible and we both fell asleep and in math class while we counted sheep I dreamed of you and you dreamed of me and later that day we walked, you see, and you held my hand as I held you as we walked slowly down the street Us two were electric, we were on fire and I know I was the best that you desired. So are you going to forget all the good we shared? Yet, if I could go back in time and change the way we lived, well, I'm certain that I don't regret one moment of the days we spent together. We owned it. The only thing that I regret is the way in which we let all of our problems collide and I let my soon-to-be-bride slip out of my fingertips and that moment when I kissed your lips, I promised never to let you go. So now, I'm here, and I've always sought for you to answer one thing I must know: Will you forget me or forget me not?
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