I Don't.

Undercover blankets and kaleidoscope stars,
I remember the way you are.
A faucet to leak our secrets out,
A drip of poison on our tongues,
A drop of lust to fill their plates,
And make them accept what they've done to us.
A plague over every house,
A spout over ours,
To flush away our dreams,
Into city streets,
Hazed over by streetlights.
That's all we ever did;
Our dreams with wings
Like silver-sequined butterflies.
A tangible lie to suffice.
Tastes too much like your lips.
I don't want to remember
(you)
Anymore.