Ass end of a #2 pencil

I want to erase you.

 Forget you out of my mind, remove you. 

Move you to another part of my heart reserved for the fucks I try not to give.

I want to erase you. 

Like you try to erase me.

Smudge away the edges till the lines are blurred.

Leaving no boundaries just open space and erasure of trust, truth, and time.

"It is what it is and that's what it will be."

A blanket statement for the eventual and inevitable. 

As much as we like there is no "Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind".

Just a stitch in time that only time can erase.