i want you out of my head.
i want our memories dead.
i have to forget about your name.
i want the mention of it feel mundane.
it's ironic because i keep writing these poems about you.
but i swear your image is stuck in my brain with the strongest glue.
i'm tired of this.
then again i still miss your late night kiss.
fuck, i need to stop
i keep telling myself no
please, why can't i just let you go.
My co-worker and I got crafty at work today. The clients really enjoyed the end result. Lots of ooos and awes. 😁🎄🎁☃🎅 I ironically made the smoke from the train bigger after I took these pics. Drew it all the way up close to Merry Christmas. I also drew train tracks all the way across the chalk board. We're under radar for being on our phones at work (and other serious stuff) and people from every department had been fired or voluntarily quit because of who they fired. So I took the pics and put my phone back up until the end of the day. I'll take more pics tomorrow