Dear Forgetting

You are my weakness. As I struggle to scribble everything important on my hand.

Maybe it’s because I try so hard not to remember things.
I don’t want to remember you, the way you made me feel. The way you still make me feel.
It’s there though, for things I want to forget I can’t.

And everything I try so hard to remember is floating quickly out of my brain faster than I have the strength to grab onto them.