I wanna remember to remember to forget you forgot me.

It might as well be as though the craft of choice is the braking of hearts. As far as mine is concerned anyway... ever so subtly you crafted in conversation the absolutely most perfect and fitting of subjects... you craft such smooth and seemingly pleasant casual conversation but really i feel like you're driving words like a silver bullet.

You speak as though the mere presence in your life was a complete miracle in and of itself. And when i knock your answer is just another "oh...hi." Maybe time will work to turn round once again and love will somehow be reborn into our world together but for now I suppose that the best of things between us have passed, and that the most tactful, rational thing I can do at this point would be to paint to decrease the length of time it will take to make me forget.

Every time I said I love you I meant it completely and absolutely. And when I said thank you the way i did... I meant it as much as I've ever meant those words before. It hurts but thank you. Thank you. Thank you.