I hope you forget me.

I hope you forget me.
Like the skin off your hands as if they never touched me.
Like the dust on your trophies and graduation scrolls, wiped clean.
I hope you forget me.

But when you perform titration again,
I wish you’d remember my shaking hands,
The pink turned flask and electricity in first touch.
I hope you forget me,
But whenever Taylor Swift is brought up,
I wish you’d remember the night I explained to you
The folklore triangle.
And how you were too skeptical about comparing us to James and Betty
’cause you wouldn’t compare me and you to someones who ended up breaking…
So, I hope you forget me.
But if you ever visit Mumbai again,
Take a moment to recall 
The videocalls, and pictures, and the ‘love you, miss you yaar’s.
And whenever you stay awake till dawn,
Please remember the 4 a.m.’s of knowing each other more,
Remember how you waited 20 mins, for barely ten of being together again.
Remember that weird hug and your lips on my hand.
Please,
Remember my birthday.

I hope you forget me.
But if someone ever asks you
About teenage rush and your first love,
I don’t care what you tell them.
But I hope mine’s the name that strikes your head.
I hope you smile a little and then forget me again.

But I promise I’ll remember you.
Your skin, your arguments, your ego.
Your smile, your chapped lips and chocolate cake excuse.
I’ll remember your feet, your hand on my back,
And that millisecond of your shoulder under my head.
I’ll remember reading the same line over and over again
And the ‘afraid of solving a question before you’
because with you, I don’t think straight.
I’ll keep my hair loose,
And I’ll remember the look in your eyes
The smirk on your face when you were looking over at me
And I could tell, you were not thinking decent.
I’ll remember you so that I’ll never have to remember anyone else.
Never give so much of me that I lose myself.
I’ll love again,
But I will never love this much again.

So seriously
I wish you forget me
But I hope you remember us in pieces,
Like an old dusty jigsaw that doesn’t crave to be completed.
I wish you forget me
Because I admire the power oblivion holds.
And how it’d make you smile again like it was the very first time you met someone.
I wish you forget me
But I hope I stay in the back of your mind,
In the albums that won’t disrupt your new life.
In the polaroids we clicked in our minds,
And in the camera rolls that you’d open once in a really long while.
But when you do, I hope I still make you smile ❤

~Urvija