Forget Him

Everyone says to forget him. Whenever I talk randomly about him, They say, "Move on! Let go! Forget him!" Someone better will come, so let your heart swim. It's not that I cling to the past we shared. In fact, I moved on long before we called it quits. I don't wish to remember the midnight fights And the marketplace quarrels, where passion dimmed. I don't want to reminisce about the evening strolls With no particular destination Or recall the long lunches on weekends And how we'd attend rehearsals just to walk back home. No, I won't remember those moments so fair, The highs we shared, the love we used to bear, Nor the hardships we faced, and the pain we embraced, For my heart may be filled with longing, an eternal chase. May I never forget him in his style and pose, That all that glitters is not as gold as it shows, And that the grass was never greener On that side of his coveted fence. May I never forget places not meant for me, A perfect representation of a person I shun to be, May I never forget the lessons learned so clear, To forge a path so true, leaving behind all that's insincere. May I not forget how I yearned to be free, To be myself, unrestricted, and truly me, How I longed for conversations deep and sincere, To embrace our dreams without any fear. How I craved to be the girl who mattered most, To feel beautiful, cherished from coast to coast, That I looked best in dresses my skin could breathe in, And that I looked beautiful in hairdos and heels of my choice. How I so badly wanted my voice heard, My choices encouraged and respected, My opinions delightfully considered, And my ambitions praised and supported. May it never be that I forget How I wanted to hear that we were both a work in progress, And that we could grow together and change ourselves, Without judging and hurting each other. May I not forget how I wanted to hear That choosing me was not a favor, That if there were millions of girls to choose from, There would be no other choice but me. That without a second thought, It would forever be me, And that if ever things faltered, we wouldn't flee, But stay and mend with our egos down. So I refuse to forget him, For if I do, I may forget what I deserve, And could recklessly lower my standards further, For another undeserving man. If I forget him, I might just forget That I deserve a man that treats me Like the queen I've always been, While I treat him like a king he cares to be.