Please don’t forget me, even though I’ve snuck into your ear and left trails of the patterned soles below my sneakers all around your brain. Wrote my name, in different languages on every nerve and every vein, that you contain. Hoping it never fades. Don’t forget the words I said as I wiped rivers off your chin, let them fall into my lap. Spray them away with every brand of soap so that they would never come back. Or how I lost dreams because I’d never sleep, I would be on duty, night shifts, gaurding all areas of your bruised heart. Preventing all harm. Any arrows aiming to hurt you. And on the worst nights, I would be you in disguise. Stand there weaponless while I endure the pain that I could not possibly let you feel. Please don’t forget my scars that never heal. Or the way that I walk, tripping on every rock. Stumbling, on my wobbly ankles, or how ungraceful I really am. Because I really am, a wreck, but a beautiful one. The pathetic excuse of a princess because my crown is handmade. Stitched and designed to hold my past heartbreaks. They say some wear their hearts on their sleeve, but I wear it up top, because it motivates me… to stand tall. But please don’t forget that I fall. For every sweet whisper they possess. For the way they hold my hand. For the way they speak with lips. Or the way they strum my hair like loose guitar strings before they kiss. Please don’t forget me. Or my small hands, because all they remember, are all the places they’ve touched you. And when they speak, its only of you. Please don’t forget, even if the only thing you can remember, is the last letter of my name. Because the faded memory of you, is the only thing that keeps me sane.