For a few seconds on a saturday night
I was ecstatic at the thought of you
Happy that I had forgotten your name
Your face still brings anger
Your venom still poisons
But your name, your name
Is no longer powerful
You name is a memory gone
And it no longer burns
Soon, all will be forgotten
You will just be a bad piece of evil pie with no name
Your name now a soiled diaper in a landfill
You will sink further as that is where your heart belongs
Each day you will grow weaker
Under the weight of what you have done
Your name long since forgotten
With just your actions being your defining characteristic
Goodbye to you
It was so nice no longer remembering your name
A hop, skip and a jump
Toodles, dear person X

Categories: death, Humor, identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology





“Your name now a soiled diaper in a landfill” – I love that bit, made me chuckle! I think I have a few names that are like that for me! x
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Every so often you have to do some purging of friendships just like a good Spring cleaning. It can be hard in the beginning but once you do it, you are so glad you did!
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So true. It works out eventually
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