You were the forgetting

and I was the forgotten;

didn't you remember

how I used to smear

horrible puns

and overused jokes

across your screen

for your daily dose

of entertainment?

Hide your imperfections,

my darling, for little mistakes,

even the slightest defections,

are what they seek in you.

You were too busy picking

every flaw out of me;

you didn't realize

there was gold hidden

within the undug crevices

of my cocaine heart.

I guess I was the worst chapter

you had ever written;

still, I wished you would

at least smile,

even if it was just a twitch

at the corner of your lips,

when you read the anecdotes

I slipped between your

destructive words.