my brain is a well oiled machine. that never forgets.

i have the cunning ability to make you forget me. (or rather, forgive me.) and in intervals, you do forget me. forget my existence. forget what I'm like.
but not for long. it never falters.
it takes a smile. a comment. and my existence comes back all too soon. it stings you in the most absurd of places, like under your foot. where it won't kill you. but it'll drive you nuts. and then. I'm back.
but not for long.
and i don't blame you. I'd want to forget me, too. But only momentarily.
you swat at me. telling me to go away. only before you completely forget me. you're asking for more.
me and you. we'll never learn. and we'll keep trying to forget.

good memory is a bitch.