She can forget.

I can't.

The reminders

Everytime, everyday.

Appearances,

Everytime, everyday.

Seeing almost everything

that goes on in their world.

This isn't bliss.

This is torture.

But it's healing.

Yet leaving a permanent scar behind.

It's leaving,

Yet with a trail of slime and goo.

Etching all the memories,

into the path it takes

as it disappears into the night.

It doesn't dry up,

it doesn't sink into the soil.

No plant can absorb its nutrients,

cause it has none.

But those memories are special.

Every story has a happy ending,

but it depends on your perspective.

Every witch might survive,

but her powers might subside.

Every prince might die,

but you live on,

stronger than before.

Every shining armor might lose its shine,

but you can always polish it.

Every white horse might die,

but before it does,

it's sure to reproduce.

All i want to say is,

I'm fine.

One day,

It'll all go away.