Didn't want to know

 I really did not want to 

recall

that memory

at all.

I don't want 

to think about you

I don't.

And I don't...

usually.

but then, 

sometimes I do...

and when those times happen

I wish I could scream

and tell you fuck you

to your face

to your heart 

and to your soul

could go fuck yourself.

My soul wants to tell our soul

fuck you

forever.

And so yeah,

that's what I think about

when I think of you.