There are some things I wish I could forget.
Forget the way it felt to be so small.
Forget the way it felt to feel like him.
Forget the way it felt to lose my head.
Forget the way I was made ashamed.
But I can’t.
I’m cursed to continually remember the things I hate
But forget the things I love.
So I will hate you.
I will hate you with every fiber of my being
If that means I get to remember you for one more second.