I want to write poems, and I want to live forever in yours.
I want to stop the time, and I want to escape it with you.
I want to be alive, and I am alive.
I want to run in the rain like I’m crazy, and I am crazy.
I don’t want to be scared, but I’m trembling.
I don’t want to feel the pain, but I’m twitching.
I want to remember today, tonight, this hour, this minute, the very second, the very moment.
I want it to last forever.
I also want to forget it so that I don’t have to remember it— I remembered it anyway.
Maybe I don’t want to forget it, and I won’t.