I sit at this bus's window seat, leaning my head against the glass and watching the trees and streets slide by; promising myself never to think of you.
Promising myself to fill so much purpose that I don't have enough time to think about you.
Fly somewhere that you and I are never in the same place at the same time. Eat so much that there is no room for your thoughts and showers so often that there be no traces of you on me.
I want to take so much vodka that everything in me for you get numb, enough to make me feel that you never existed.
I swear I'll never visit places where we had good days. Kiss as many lips as it takes for me to forget the taste of your love.
I'll nevertheless ever gonna say your name again and ignore people who happen to share it. I'll stop writing about you; soon and stop giving you any meaning.
I'll forget that your birthday was on 9th and throw my phone away each time my thumb hover over your name.
I promise I'll forget you.