Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

You forget what you want to remember, and you remember what you want to forget.

You get on a train, you disappear.

You write your name on the window, you disappear.

There are places like this everywhere,
places you enter as a young girl
from which you never return.

You want not to give a damn, to exist without responsibility, without faith or friends or warmth.

"You

You are a person of unknown reasons,
Reacting with movements and noises.
You may be bold, wear glasses, or have freckles,
Yet inside you there may be great feelings
Of beauty and love, fighting to appear
On the pimpled surface.
It reaches out - "I love you."
A laugh, a jeer.
The feelings are trapped and you,
You - disappear."

I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.

Because you are never here
but always there, I forget
not you but what you look like

You drift down the street
in the rain, your face
dissolving, changing shape, the colours
running together

My walls absorb
you, breathe you forth
again, you resume
yourself, I do not recognize you

You rest on the bed
watching me watching
you, we will never know
each other any better
than we do now

Memories are what you no longer want to remember.

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

I ask one thing only: I ask for the right to hope, to suffer as I do. But if even that cannot be, command me to disappear, and I disappear. You shall not see me if my presence is distasteful to you.

Oh, how people love to disappear from your life. Especially when you already got attached to them.

You smell of death.
Everything about you
is an endless goodbye

You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come.