Become
I crave, what should not be.
Desire of a memory.
Passed in time, I should forget.
But when I nest alone, of regret
My bed is restless. And, I beg
Be my Cathy, in our Eden.
Become I foolish, and you– her.
As I am starving of your presence,
I could remind myself that you are heartless.
The desire of forgetting a person when there is no reason to. They are so nice, that you wish they did something brutal to you so you can hate them and forget.
