Forgetting

The final nail in my Trojan horse

As I enter the womb of the world

Drowning in empty words

And cut-throat conversations

Oh, it is a bloodbath!

All my warrior ideas fallen flat on the ground

Flattened under the weight

Of small talk

And smaller lives

The mediocre claws against my metaphor

And I cringe at words

That mean less and less

And you know

Less is not always more

Empty, so empty, to the core

You caught me right in my Achilles' foot

While I swooned over you

And your alluring absurdity

A better pick than this vacuity

And your thoughts, ablaze

Drugged with forbidden knowledge

Of your entire being

It is you

You that I want to know

And not forget

But I can no longer put together

My pixelated dreams

Failed Memories by David Szauder

"But I don't want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped liked Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmothers house that one summer. Call me when I'm half asleep and tell me why you believe in god. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I'll be hanging on every word you say. Tell me everything. I do not want someone who just talks about the weather"   - Source Unknown